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    [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 all them able bitches 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, 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

    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, cop the shit then shoot ..

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    [Shyne]
    Minks draggin on the floor - bangin on your whore
    Suckin the croissant just examine it 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 niggaz, hope you die a slow death
    as I coke-test and see the lawyers talk of protest
    Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz, witcha gay raps
    Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that
    See me in the streets, tried to give me dap
    Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz
    My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz
    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
    Cop the pist-al, nigga, talk shit

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    Composition: Iggy, Shyne, Elpee Ez, Barrington Levy, and David Bowie

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