[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*
