Funkmaster Flex - Bad - Shyne lyrics

[Shyne] Geah, uhh.. (f**ers!) Geah, uhh.. I'm the Bad Boy not to f** wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit three hollow tips up in your stomach Honestly, Bad Boy's a f**in 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 f**? Watch the arm light up Desert in the weights in the hood like what? b**hes get hyped up, n***az get diced up, sliced up Heist what? Get yo' windpipe cut Pimp motherf**er, n***a make dykes f** Off the liquor they chipper (who?) b**h named Trisha Catholic school girl turned coke sniffer n***az talk slicker, I tie and rope quicker Check the arm and neck, how they both glitter simultaneously (bling bling) b**h sh** coke out her a**, 'til her an*s bleed (c'mon) [Chorus: Shyne] Diamonds I flaunt it, b**hes is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you n***as talk it, I live it, uhh Diamonds I flaunt it, b**hes is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you n***as talk it, I live it, uhh [Shyne] Ki's sold out, Royce Rolls out Brooklyn n***a with the best flow out f** a pot to piss in, gimme one to boil coke My approach, no reproach, just s** 'em and coats Fidel shipped me a hundred bricks, up on the boat My b**h, I to our to you, playa said she'd fly coach I got the sh** locked n***a, land - air - sea (There's a new Don?) n***a, yeah me Rap's my cover-up, desert them boys in the concert And the mean b**h who take the dick to her tonsil Paradise life, f** the price It's nice, I like, I buy - break your pockets f**in give me no try Extort who? I'll f**in 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!