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Bad Boyz - Shyne

 

Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I bang
and let your fucking brain tang, snitches
Fuck all the maple bitches with riches
with Perry 22's up in their hosiery
A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me
Think he just finished sniffing the key
And dip in the dees, so hate me
Hate Nicky Bonds for hitting my moms
Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop
Coke balling the pop, shake the Feds
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is?
My point is the 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

What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy
What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy
Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot

Layin' striggling on the floor, bangin' on your whore
sucking the croissant 'til on they examine it for flaws
Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, week old 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 niggaz
Hope y'all die slow death as I coke-test
and see the lawyers talk of protest
Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz with you gay raps
Runnin' 'round talkin' this and talkin' that
See me in the streets tryin' to give me that
Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz, my two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz
Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stain
Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'cane
Do the shit to clean my money dummies, clean the wrist out
Pop the pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh

What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy
What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy
Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot

Bling bling, it's a Bad Boy thing
Bullets seek-seeking, streep sweeping
With an evil grin, watch you die
One love, one life, one Shyne
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' nothin', like a mime
Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil
so niggaz die of lead poison if they bite it
hate it or recite it, it's a G thang
me and Puff in St. Briox set it off
Bitches walking 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 leave you tired
Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward

What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy
What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy
Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot

What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy
What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy
Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot


 

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