Bad

Lyrics

[Shyne] Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!) Geah, uhh.. I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit Three hollow tips up in your stomach Honestly, Bad Boy's a fuckin dynasty Oooz on the Glock, watch you ooze on the spot Puff don't give a nod, nothin move on the block The streets is ours to burn for the moves and rocks Princess cuts, what the fuck? Watch the arm light up Desert in the weights in the hood like what? Bitches get hyped up, niggas get diced up, sliced up Heist what? Get yo' windpipe cut Pimp motherfucker, nigga make dykes fuck Off the liquor they chipper (who?) bitch named Trisha Catholic school girl turned coke sniffer Niggas talk slicker, I tie and rope quicker Check the arm and neck, how they both glitter simultaneously (bling bling) Bitch shit coke out her ass, 'til her anus bleed (c'mon) [Hook: Shyne] Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh [Shyne] Ki's sold out, Royce Rolls out Brooklyn nigga with the best flow out Fuck a pot to piss in, gimme one to boil coke My approach, no reproach, just sex 'em and coats Fidel shipped me a hundred bricks, up on the boat My bitch, I to our to you, playa said she'd fly coach I got the shit locked nigga, land - air - sea (There's a new Don?) Nigga, yeah me Rap's my cover-up, desert them boys in the concert And the mean bitch who take the dick to her tonsil Paradise life, fuck the price It's nice, I like, I buy - break your pockets fuckin give me no try Extort who? I'll fuckin torch you Tie you, see me? Na na with out the I.U [Hook] [Funkmaster Flex over Hook] Yeah Bad Boy, Shyne Shout to Harve Pierre Funk Fliggity baby; 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume Four!