Bad Boyz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shyne] Now tell me who want to fuck with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I bang and let your fuckin' brains hang, snitches Fuck Marla Maples, bitches with riches Who carry 22's, up in they hosiery A black talon when my father bust and unloaded me Think he just finished sniffin' a ki, and dippin the D's Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin' my moms Letting the condom pop, nigga, I was born in the drop Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds And bust shots at them street cops Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin' jaws Pointed, hollow point shit Four-point-six Need I say more, or do you get the point, bitch? C'mon [Chorus: Shyne] What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cock the shit, then shoot [Verse 2: Shyne] Minks draggin' on the floor, bangin' on your whore Second of Christ, scientists examined me for flaws Pour the Cristal on the way to trial RICO law got a nigga head hurtin' Squirtin til they pull the curtain Let the money drip dry Hundred-dollar bills wipe the tears from my eyes No love? Fuck y'all niggas, hope you die a slow death As I coke test and C. DeLores Tucker protest Can't fuck with you weak rap niggas, witcha gay raps Runnin' 'round talkin' this and talkin' that See me in the streets, tried to give me dap Andrew Cunanan ass niggas My two cannons blast niggas, ask niggas Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained Keep your five mics, nigga, give me the 'caine Do the shit to clean my money, dummies, gleamed the wrist out Cock the pistol, nigga, talk shit now, uh [Chorus: Shyne] What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cock the shit, then shoot [Verse 3: Shyne] Bling bling, it's a Bad Boy thing Bullets heat-seekin', streep sweepin', with an evil grin Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne Y'all niggas ain't sayin' nothin' like a mime Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so niggas die Of lead poison if they bite it, hate it, but recite it It's a G thang, me and Puff in St. Bart's set it off Bitches walkin' topless with G-strings, menage' Bust shots at your crew, another charge As the Gulf Stream fly through the fog Make ya popular Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera Franklins on top of the Jacksons My nigga Ty will leave you tired Bad Boy, respect it or die, coward [Chorus: Shyne] What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cock the shit, then shoot What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cock the shit, then shoot [Outro: Barrington Levy] Man ah Bad Boy on the corner So move from on here, cah wi ah dangerous Man ah Bad Boy on di corner So move from on here, cah wi ah dangerous *Barrington skats and shouts to the fade*