Shyheim - Real Bad Boys lyrics

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 bu*terflie knives and 45's in ma garments f** n***a, i take a p**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 d**h fun when i k**ed ya I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver Ha, ha, ha, I'm ruthless possesed by the devil f** 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 n***az do real things youknowhatimean ? The first that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend k**a 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 k**in'copperz Favourite song [f** 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 n***az in the bricks Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip I brusk you sh** 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** shootin' up sh** 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 n***az must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin' I aint frontin, want you live, i murder someone!! Ha, ha, ha, f** y'all crab n***az Bring it to me Word up