[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
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 niggas! I 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 pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh
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
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 niggas! I 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 pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh
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