Real Bad Boys

Chorus: Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'cause real bad boys movin' silence Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers 'cause real bad boys movin' silence Verse one: shyheim I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments f**k nigga, I take a pus*y God quick Peep ma stee in the streets where respected Like the rectomatic dime back to the method, zee Bomb on heads like what kid I keep em on slow mo son I'm the champion at one on one I make it death fun when I killed ya I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver Ha, ha, ha, I'm ruthless possesed by the devil f**k fire part I'm on a hole nother level Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya d**k Word to ma mother I put this on tour wicked The first that fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin' Real niggaz do real things youknowhatimean ? The first that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend Killa kane where ya at ? Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that The clips who fat plus long, I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz Favourite song [f**k tha police] Chorus: repeat 2x Verse two: shyheim I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban Areas I know ya heard of us Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the bricks Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z won't call I mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die lord I wear black to keep ma i.d. on the low I'm all about makin' dough at the fast time fo f**k shootin' up shit that only makes the spot hot And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!! Say word! word iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!] Load tha gats up son 'cause once again it's on Niggaz must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin' I ain't frontin, want you live, I murder someone!! Ha, ha, ha, f**k y'all crab niggaz Bring it to me Word up