Bad Boy Records - Bad Boyz lyrics

[Shyne] Now tell me who want to f** with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I bang - and let your f**in' brains hang, snitches f** Marla Maples, b**hes with riches Who carry 22's, up in they hosiery A black teller 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, n***a I was born in the drop Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds And bust shots at them street cops f** yo' point is? My point is double fours at your f**in jaws Pointed, hollow point sh** Four-point-six, need I say more? Or do you get the point b**h? C'mon What type of n***a slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, co*k the sh** then shoot [Shyne] Minks draggin on the floor - bangin on your who*e s**in the croissant just examine it for flaws Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law Got a n***a head hurtin squirtin til they pull the curtain Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills Wipe the tears from my eyes, no love f** y'all n***as, hope you die a slow d**h As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest Can't f** with you weak rap n***as, witcha gay raps Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that See me in the streets, tried to give me dap Andrew Cunanan a** n***as My two cannons blast n***as, ask n***as Got me f**ed up in the game, get your shirt stained Keep your five mics n***a, give me the 'caine Do the sh** to clean my money dummies, gleamed the wrist out Cop the pist-al, n***a, talk sh** now, uh What type of n***a slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the sh** then shoot [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 n***as ain't sayin nothin, like a mime Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so n***as 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 b**hes 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 n***a Ty leave you tired Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward What type of n***a slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the sh** then shoot What type of n***a slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of n***a fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the sh** then shoot [Barrington Levy] Man a Bad Boy on the corner So move from on here, cause we a dange-rous Man a Bad Boy on the corner So move from on here, cause we a dange-rous {*Barrington skats and shouts to the fade*}