Barrington Levy Bad Boyz Lyrics

[Shyne]
Now tell me who want to f___ with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang - and let your f___in brains hang, snitches
f___ Marla Maple b____es 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, n____ I was born in the drop
c__e boil in the pot, shake the Feds
and bust shots at them street cops
f___ yo' point is? My point is double fours at your f___in jaws
Pointed, hollow point s___
Four-point-six, need I say more?
Or do you get the point b____? C'mon

What type of n____ slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of n____ stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz)
What type of n____ fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz)
Aim for the sky, cop the s___ then shoot ..

[Shyne]
Minks draggin on the floor - bangin on your w____
Suckin the croissant just examine it for flaws
Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law
got a n____ 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___ y'all n____z, hope you die a slow death
as I c__e-test and see the lawyers talk of protest
Can't f___ with you weak rap n____z, witcha gay raps
Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that
See me in the streets, tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan a__ n____z
My two cannons blast n____z, a__ n____z
Got me f___ed up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep your five mics n____, give me the 'caine
Do the s___ to clean my money dummies, gleamed the wrist out
Cop the pist-al, n____, talk s___ now, uh

[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 n____z ain't sayin nothin, like a mime
Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so n____z 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
b____es 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 n____ Ty leave you tired
Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward

[Barrington Levy chats patois to fade]