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Bad Boyz Shyne

Shyne lyrics mp3 by Bad Boyz Now tell me who want to fuck with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I bang and let your fucking brain tang, snitches Fuck all the maple bitches with riches with Perry 22\'s up in their hosiery A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me Think he just finished sniffing the key And dip in the dees, so hate me Hate Nicky Bonds for hitting my moms Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop Coke balling the pop, shake the Feds and bust shots at them street cops Fuck yo\' point is? My point is the 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 leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot Layin\' striggling on the floor, bangin\' on your whore sucking the croissant \'til on they examine it for flaws Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, week old 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 y\'all die slow death as I coke-test and see the lawyers talk of protest Can\'t fuck with you weak rap niggaz with you gay raps Runnin\' \'round talkin\' this and talkin\' that See me in the streets tryin\' to give me that Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz, my two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stain Keep your five mics nigga, give me the \'cane Do the shit to clean my money dummies, clean the wrist out Pop the pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot Bling bling, it\'s a Bad Boy thing Bullets seek-seeking, streep sweeping With an evil grin, watch you die One love, one life, one Shyne Y\'all 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 or recite it, it\'s a G thang me and Puff in St. Briox set it off Bitches walking 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, repsect it or die, coward What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot What type of nigga leave you dead on the street? Bad Boy What type of nigga stay in the trunk for weeks? Bad Boy What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boy Aim for your head, cop the shit then shoot