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Bad News (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo (G-Unit)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its 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 its bad news
[Lloyd Banks]
I get little (?) 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 round here at the horse’s head (?)
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 99 bananas
That’s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 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 cokes know
That’s why I’mma 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 5th grade
that’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 me
Its 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
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony’s back at it again)
[Tony Yayo]
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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don’t say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th 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
[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its 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
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead 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
Licking my lips (?) like I’m ill, ill
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 ship and watch the seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, no not the (?) on my check
I come through with my knife cause I’m a pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its 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
Its 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 its 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 its bad news

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Bad News (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound’s in the house, bad news
40 Kal’s in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around its bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
I get little bit 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 round wit hair that the horse’s 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 99 bananas
That’s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 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 cokes know
That’s why I’mma 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 5th grade
that’s why my best friend the tray pound, an ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its 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
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene clean
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So in the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don’t say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th 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 headin

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its 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
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)

[50 cent]
Go ahead 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
Licking my lips at your bitch like I’m L.L.
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 ship and watch the seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not the play wit my check
I come through with my knife for the pain in your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its 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
Its 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 its 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 its bad news

Bad News (Letra)

Kurupt

Kurupt

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[chorus]
Brigade jump on a couple of punks
Nigga, we bad news
(we bad news, nigga)
To beef for real
If you step our way it’s on
Anybody, everybody (oh shit)
Come on
Brigade jump on a couple of punks
That’s how we’re moving it moving it moving it
To beef for real
If you step our way it’s on
Anybody, everybody (that’s right)
Come on

[kon artis]
We breaking every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind shook
Kon done with spells up
Poisonous cook
The kon artis
Make way for the hell raiser
Mysterious neighbor
Cuttin throats with broke coke
Bottles and rusty razors
I ain’t the one to save you in a crisis
I kick you while you’re down
Snatch you up and ask you who’s the nicest
Better say me
Or i’ll put your next to some vice crips
And squeeze until they lifeless
I stayin confidence with my mind
About being good or evil
I’m deceitful
Lethal when i leave you
Dead inside your blood brother
When your hand for help reaches out
We just chuckle
Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals
We raise wrong
Politics and poverty got us head strong
You dead wrong
If you think you’ll make it out with all your limbs
Grab your camera
So we can put this on film

[kuniva]
Hey
Don’t get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit
I advise you to run quick cuz we run this
Guns click on the reg reg
Put mcs on they death beads
Either that or leavin’ ‘em walking on peg legs
In various locations
I’ll be wylin’ out at places
I’m why they’re running out
Of handicap parking spaces
Intense dreams
You want suspense? it’s endless
How i massacre crews
Leave you solo and friendless
Contact lens less then lifeless
The trifest mc
You never wanna fight with
Or rock a mic with
Carry a knife with
Da brigade on the night shift
Pack this big dick that i use to fuck your wife with
You ain’t the nicest
Derelicts with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans
Just wait
My words penetrate through your vertebrate
Til it snap your neck brace
And crack your chest plate

[chorus]

[kon artis]
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin’ classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by the masses
Shit talking like cassius
Get in your e-class and dash bitch
Kon artis
The only man that can expand the cervix
With the tip of my bone
Get in your girl and keep fucking
Until she starts screaming "leave me alone"
Walking predacone
Looking for weak grade to set it on
From dusk til dawn i bomb
Went through hell and remain calm
The devils to stir us to fight me
Just to see what type of shit that i was on
Those bastards is why they got burnt
And turned into crisp xxxxx
With lyrics hotter than lava comes
It’s urgent
That she splurge with
Before i merge with
Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me bitch
You weren’t worthy with the mic
Is why i snatch it
And people think and praise with words that i like
With things that i say on you
You need someone to spar with
Put you in the back of my trunk
Get in my car trick
Running with nothing but thugs
With the fug
We more dangerous than l.a. cops with big clubs
Who’s arresting you when you’re drunk
You sick munk
Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the picture
Get it?
If rap was a whore you couldn’t hit it
I make it my business
Twenty four seven to try and stick it

[kuniva]
Gotta get it
I gotta give it to you non-stop
Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught
Dead bodies rot
We making your body rock
Licking them off like lollipops
That the shotty pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets
Dissin’ the stank bitch
Packing heaters to make you thank quick
Now ain’t this
Something you don’t want a piece of
Don’t worry about waiting these ones
Chillin’ with me buds

[chorus]

Bad News (Letra)

Faithless

Faithless

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*) (x8)

(skoob)

Well it’s the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas
Nervous (nervous)
Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *?kervis?* (i rule the world)
Blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please
I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella
I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit
I’ma hold it down and take a puff of this
Greenery, keep the scenery, didn’t seem to be in order for thee
Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga
A second wasted is a dollar lost
Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor
So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you’re wilin
Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island

(pmd)

It’s pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin
I’m quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin
Kid i’m zonin, it’s on and i’m back up on the block
(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock)
Puls i knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly
Kid i’m strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me
Yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot

(dray)

It’s that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got
Check the clock if you don’t know the fuckin timin
Well i’m rhymin, i’m shinin like a motherfuckin diamond
Kill the whinin cos i’m in effect like this
(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss
The hit squad, ya shit’s harder every year
It’s diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah
(what?) ya catch a bullet in ya gut
And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt
Hut one two, hut three
We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g
Uhh, what???

(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*)
*repeat to fade*

Bad News (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Guess i’m doing something wrong
Never feel right in these shoes
A pocket full of matches and a head full of flames
Got to warn you that i’m bad news
She tugs me in and then she screams
One day you will have to choose
Either take care of me or take care of you
And don’t pretend you’re not bad news
Come on now i’ll take you home
You don’t have a thing to lose
But stick around long enough and you’ll find out
I am nothing but bad news
You can never change where you’re from
No matter who i will accuse
Gonna get on with a better life
And one day i won’t be bad news
Cause it’s the same
Every day when i wake up
It’s the same
In the way that you
Gave me up
In the middle of a swan dive
And i was soaring down
Perfect and slow

Bad News (Letra)

50 Cent

50 Cent

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Bad news is come to town
He’s walking three feet off the ground
He’s ordering another round.
Bound by his own ideas,
Lost, doesn’t know where she is found.

Bad news is fighting mad
He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had
But a prizefighter can’t be sad
When he smiles under golden lights and lamps
Taking daylight fights again and again.

Bad news is come to town
He’s walking three feet off the ground
He’s ordering another round.
Bound by his own ideas,
Lost, doesn’t know where she is gone.

Bad news is fighting mad
He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had
But a prizefighter can’t be sad
When he smiles under golden lights and lamps
Taking daylight fights again and again.

Bad news is come to town.

Bad News (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Bad news like a sucker punch, what do you say
Air knocked out my lungs, want you to stay
When you hear something difficult, don’t back away
Some people say nothing, good ones engage

Don’t turn your back on me
Don’t bury your head deep
Just ‘cause you don’t know what to say
Don’t turn your back on me
Don’t bury your head deep
Just ‘cause you don’t know what to say

It’s true
That it kicks you in the teeth when
You are least expecting
Bad news
Oh it beats you black and blue
Before you see it coming

Bad news like a sucker punch, blew me away
People fill the streets like nothing has changed
Clock hands think you’re lonely, don’t need to say
Planes fly overhead like any old day

Don’t turn your back on me
Don’t bury your head deep
Just ‘cause you don’t know what to say
Don’t turn your back on me
Don’t bury your head deep
Just ‘cause you don’t know what to say

It’s true
That it kicks you in the teeth when
You are least expecting
Bad news
Oh it beats you black and blue
Before you see it coming

Maybe I just want some words of distraction
I feel like I’m being consumed
Maybe I’m expecting the perfect reaction
To pull me back

It’s true
That it kicks you in the teeth when
You are least expecting
Bad news
Oh it beats you black and blue
Before you see it coming

It’s true
That it kicks you in the teeth when
You are least expecting
Bad news
Oh it beats you black and blue
Before you see it coming