Lirik Lagu Bad News - DJ Whoo Kid featuring 50 Cent
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Lloyd banks in the house, bad newsTony yayo in the house, bad news50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it’s bad newsTray pound’s in the house, bad news40 kal’s in the house, bad newsI got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it’s bad news
[lloyd banks]I get little (? ) mad cause I’m flossin’ badI ain’t a wrestler, but I’ll put your bitch the boston crabI talk money cause it costs to bragRound here bitches walk round here at the horse’s head (? )Rap it get your face stuck on them bricksI don’t really like to exercise but I’ll push up on a bitchY’all sweet like 99 bananasThat’s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammersThey all want a nigga to stopCause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of vivica foxI’m just a playa that found out where the cokes knowThat’s why i’mma be around longer than the oprah showYou and your man y’all both should knowThat all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts goShit I been hated since the 5th gradeThat’s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, banks’ back at it again)I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, tony’s back at it again)
[tony yayo]Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeksSee where they rest at and lay with their peepsNow you got the drop, know their daily routineSo the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nineAnd the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweetSo when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep8th meet in a fast car with disguiseUse a ski mask with shades on your eyes9th rule don’t say shit cause po-po listenFuck around you end up being stuck in the systemAnd the 10th rule don’t put a tag on a broken heartJust put a toe-tag on your markAnd rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legendYou better watch where you heading
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, 50’s back at it again)I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, 50’s back at it again)
[50 cent]Go ahead go against me I’ll hurt your feelingsStones in my cross the size of your earringsMy confidence level’s high nigga can’t tellLicking my lips (? ) like I’m ill, illI smile like a nigga in jail receiving mailBetter yet like nigga bookers that made bailFrom day one I came in the game they said I was hotThey got scared, cent got money, and I got shotYou so much pressure on me when you compare me to pacI’m just a new kid, I can’t help that I’m hotWhat little niggaz say to 50 cent don’t matterI’ll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatterMy enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemiesYou scared then get the fuck around meRecord execs, no not the (? ) on my checkI come through with my knife cause I’m a pain your neck (yeah!)
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friends
[lloyd banks]I get little (? ) mad cause I’m flossin’ badI ain’t a wrestler, but I’ll put your bitch the boston crabI talk money cause it costs to bragRound here bitches walk round here at the horse’s head (? )Rap it get your face stuck on them bricksI don’t really like to exercise but I’ll push up on a bitchY’all sweet like 99 bananasThat’s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammersThey all want a nigga to stopCause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of vivica foxI’m just a playa that found out where the cokes knowThat’s why i’mma be around longer than the oprah showYou and your man y’all both should knowThat all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts goShit I been hated since the 5th gradeThat’s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, banks’ back at it again)I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, tony’s back at it again)
[tony yayo]Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeksSee where they rest at and lay with their peepsNow you got the drop, know their daily routineSo the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nineAnd the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweetSo when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep8th meet in a fast car with disguiseUse a ski mask with shades on your eyes9th rule don’t say shit cause po-po listenFuck around you end up being stuck in the systemAnd the 10th rule don’t put a tag on a broken heartJust put a toe-tag on your markAnd rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legendYou better watch where you heading
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, 50’s back at it again)I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (ma, 50’s back at it again)
[50 cent]Go ahead go against me I’ll hurt your feelingsStones in my cross the size of your earringsMy confidence level’s high nigga can’t tellLicking my lips (? ) like I’m ill, illI smile like a nigga in jail receiving mailBetter yet like nigga bookers that made bailFrom day one I came in the game they said I was hotThey got scared, cent got money, and I got shotYou so much pressure on me when you compare me to pacI’m just a new kid, I can’t help that I’m hotWhat little niggaz say to 50 cent don’t matterI’ll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatterMy enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemiesYou scared then get the fuck around meRecord execs, no not the (? ) on my checkI come through with my knife cause I’m a pain your neck (yeah!)
[chorus]I don’t like you, you don’t like meIts not likely that we’ll ever be friends
