Bad Boy
Shyne f/ Barrington Levy

Verse 1:
Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang an' 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 a 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
4.6, need I say more?
Or do you get the point bitch?
C'mon

Chorus:
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets?
Bad Boy
What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks?
Bad Boy
What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes?
Bad Boy
Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot

Verse 2:
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 nigga, wit ya gay raps
Runnin' 'round talkin' this and talkin' that
See me in the streets, try to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass nigga
My two cannons blast niggas, ass niggas
Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'caine
Do this shit to clean my money dummies
Gleamed the wrist out
Cop the pistol
Nigga, talk shit now, uh

Chorus

Verse 3:
Bling bling
It's a Bad Boy thing
Bullets heat-seekin', street sweepin'
Wit an evil grin
Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne
Ya'll 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 but recite it
It's a G thang
Be 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 leave you tired
Bad Boy
Respect it or die, coward

Chorus (twice)

Barrington Levy to fade