Real Bad Boys-Shyheim

Chorus: Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence Verse One: Shyheim I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments F**k ni**a, I take a p**sy 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 dick 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 cuz once again it's on Niggaz must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin' I aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone!! Ha, Ha, Ha, F**k y'all crab niggaz Bring it to me Word up