| Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| I bang — and let your fuckin' brains hang, snitches
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| Fuck Marla Maples, bitches with riches
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| Who carry 22's, up in they hosiery
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| A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me
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| Think he just finished sniffin a ki, and dippin the D’s
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| Don’t hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin my moms
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| Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop
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| Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds
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| And bust shots at them street cops
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| Fuck yo' point is? |
| My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
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| Pointed, hollow point shit
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| Four-point-six, need I say more?
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| Or do you get the point bitch? |
| C’mon
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| What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| Aim for the sky, cock the shit then shoot
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| Minks draggin on the floor — bangin on your whore
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| Suckin the croissant just examine it for flaws
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| Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law
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| Got a nigga head hurtin squirtin til they pull the curtain
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| Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills
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| Wipe the tears from my eyes; |
| no love?
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| Fuck y’all niggas! |
| I hope you die a slow death
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| As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest
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| Can’t fuck with you weak rap niggas, witcha gay raps
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| Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that
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| See me in the streets, tried to give me dap
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| Andrew Cunanan ass niggas
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| My two cannons blast niggas, ask niggas
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| Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
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| Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'caine
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| Do the shit to clean my money dummies, gleamed the wrist out
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| Cock the pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh
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| What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? |
| (Bad Boyz)
|
| What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot
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| Bling bling, it’s a Bad Boy thing
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| Bullets heat-seekin, streep sweepin, with an evil grin
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| Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne
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| Y’all niggas ain’t sayin nothin, like a mime
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| Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so niggas die
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| Of lead poison if they bite it, hate it but recite it
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| It’s a G thang, me and Puff in St. Bart’s set it off
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| Bitches walkin topless with G-strings, menage'
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| Bust shots at your crew, another charge
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| As the gulf stream fly through the fog
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| Make ya popular
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| Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera
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| Franklins on top of the — Jacksons
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| My nigga Ty leave you tired
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| Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward
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| What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? |
| (Bad Boyz)
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| 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)
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| Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot
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| Man a Bad Boy on the corner
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| So move from on here, cause we a dange-rous
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| Man a Bad Boy on the corner
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| So move from on here, cause we a dange-rous |