Bad Boyz Lyrics

Bad Boyz lyrics

[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
all them able bitches 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, 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 



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, cop the shit then shoot .. 



[Shyne] 

Minks draggin on the floor - bangin on your whore 

Suckin the croissant just examine it 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 niggaz, hope you die
a slow death 

as I coke-test and see the lawyers talk of protest 

Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz, witcha gay raps 

Runnin 'round
talkin this and talkin that 

See me in the streets, tried to give me dap


Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz 

My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz


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 

Cop the pist-al, nigga, talk shit