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