Lyric Real Bad Boys

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
Fuck nigga, I take a pussy 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
Fuck 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
[fuck 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
Fuck 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 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,
Fuck y all crab niggaz
Bring it to me
Word up