Bad Boyz Lyrics

The song Bad Boyz is performed by Shyne in the album named Shyne in the year 2000 .



Now tell me who want to f**k with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang and let your f**kin' brains hang, snitches
f**k Marla Maple 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
f**k yo' point is?

My point is double fours at your f**kin' 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

Minks draggin' on the floor, bangin' on your whore
s*ckin' 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
f**k y'all niggaz, hope you die a slow death
As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest

Can't f**k 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 a*s niggaz, my two cannons blast niggaz, a*s niggaz

Got me f**ked 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 pistal, nigga, talk shit now, uh

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

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 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, 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 leave you tired
Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward

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

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

Man a Bad Boy on the corner
So move from on here, 'cause we a dangerous
Man a Bad Boy on the corner
So move from on here, 'cause we a dangerous




Shyne - Shyne

Sep 2000

  1. Dear America (Intro)
  2. Whatcha Gonna Do
  3. Bang
  4. Bad Boyz
  5. Let Me See Your Hands
  6. Gangsta Prayer (Interlude)
  7. The Life
  8. It's Ok
  9. Niggas Gonna Die
  10. Everyday (Interlude)
  11. Bonnie & Shyne
  12. The Hit
  13. That's Gangsta
  14. Spend Some Cheese
  15. Get Out
  16. Commission


Bad Boyz