Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news   Tony Yayo in the house, bad news   50 cent in the house, bad news   Whenever 50 around it's bad news      Tray pound's in the house, bad news   40 Kal's in the house, bad news   I got a knife in the house, bad news   Whenever 50 around it's bad news      Niggaz mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad   I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab   I talk money 'cause it costs to brag   'Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had      Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks   I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch   Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas   That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit' ninety-nine hammers      They all want a nigga to stop   'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox   I'm just a playa that found out where the coaches know   That's why I'ma be around longer than the Oprah show      You and your man, y'all both should know   That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go   Shit I been hated since the fifth grade   That's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, Banks' back at it again)      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, Tony's back at it again)      Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks   See where they rest at and lay with their peeps   Now you got the drop, know their daily routine   So the second rule please leave the crime scene please      Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time   Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine   And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet   So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep      Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise   Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes   Ninth rule don't say shit 'cause po-po listen   Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system      And the tenth rule, don't put a tag on a broken heart   Just put a toe-tag on your mark   And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend   You better watch where you heading      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, 50's back at it again)      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, 50's back at it again)      Don't go go against me, I'll hurt your feelings   Stones in my cross the size of your earrings   My confidence level's high nigga, can't tell   Lickin' my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL      I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail   Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail   From day one I came in the game they said, I was hot   They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot      You so much pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac   I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot   What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter   I'll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter      My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies   You scared then get the fuck around me   Record execs, know not to play wit' my check   I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck   (Yeah)      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, 50's back at it again)      I don't like you, you don't like me   It's not likely that we'll ever be friends   Why pretend?   (Ma, 50's back at it again)      Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news   Tony Yayo in the house, bad news   50 cent in the house, bad news   Whenever 50 around it's bad news      Tray pound's in the house, bad news   40 Kal's in the house, bad news   I got a knife in the house, bad news   Whenever 50 around it's bad n