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