Bad - Shyne Lyrics - Singles - Funkmaster Flex

[Shyne] 

Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!) 

Geah, uhh.. 

I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit 

three hollow tips up in your stomach 

Honestly, Bad Boy's a fuckin dynasty 

Oooz on the glock, watch you ooze on the spot 

Puff don't give a nod, nothin move on the block 

The streets is ours to burn for the moves and rocks 

Princess cuts, what the fuck? Watch the arm light up 

Desert in the weights in the hood like what? 

Bitches get hyped up, niggaz get diced up, sliced up 

Heist what? Get yo' windpipe cut 

Pimp motherfucker, nigga make dykes fuck 

Off the liquor they chipper (who?) bitch named Trisha 

Catholic school girl turned coke sniffer 

Niggaz talk slicker, I tie and rope quicker 

Check the arm and neck, how they both glitter simultaneously 

(bling bling) Bitch shit coke out her ass, 'til her anus bleed 

(c'mon) 

[Chorus: Shyne] 

Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? 

I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh 

Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? 

I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh 

[Shyne] 

Ki's sold out, Royce Rolls out 

Brooklyn nigga with the best flow out 

Fuck a pot to piss in, gimme one to boil coke 

My approach, no reproach, just sex 'em and coats 

Fidel shipped me a hundred bricks, up on the boat 

My bitch, I to our to you, playa said she'd fly coach 

I got the shit locked nigga, land - air - sea 

(There's a new Don?) Nigga, yeah me 

Rap's my cover-up, desert them boys in the concert 

And the mean bitch who take the dick to her tonsil 

Paradise life, fuck the price 

It's nice, I like, I buy - break your pockets fuckin give me no try 

Extort who? I'll fuckin torch you 

Tie you, see me? Na na with out the I.U. 

[Chorus] 

[Funkmaster Flex over Chorus] 

Yeah Bad Boy, Shyne 

Shout to Harve Pierre 

Funk Fliggity baby; 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume Four!