Bad lyrics

Artist  : Funkmaster Flex 
Song : Bad



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[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!