[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

Second of Christ, scientists examined me 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, 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 pistol, nigga, talk shit now, uh

[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 3: 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 niggas ain't sayin' nothin' like a mime

Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so niggas 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 will leave you tired

Bad Boy, respect it or die, coward

[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

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

[Outro: Barrington Levy]

Man ah Bad Boy on the corner

So move from on here, cah wi ah dangerous

Man ah Bad Boy on di corner

So move from on here, cah wi ah dangerous

*Barrington skats and shouts to the fade*