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Screw on the silencers, on the silencers
'cause bad boys movin' silence
on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
'cause real bad boys movin'

Verse one:

I stash butterflie knives and in ma garments
nigga, I take a pussy God quick
Peep ma stee in the streets where
the rectomatic dime back to the method, zee
Bomb on like what kid
I keep em on mo son I'm the champion at one on one
I make it death fun when I ya
I take a power and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless by the devil
Fuck fire I'm on a hole nother level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind
Ma murdarous styles, I kid make groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma I put this on tour wicked
The first that fakin' I relacin'ma
Real niggaz do real things ?
The first that fake the game so lincoln in the fiend
kane where ya at ?
Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be a that
The clips who fat plus long, I doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
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[fuck tha

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Verse two:

I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz,

I know ya of us
Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the
Bad boys, you on the hucious tip
I brusk you quick phoney g'z won't call
I mak it, like God test me if ya wanna die lord
I black to keep ma i.d. on the low
I'm all makin' dough at the fast time fo
Fuck shootin' up that only makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, the blood clot!!!
Say word! word iz bond [ iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son once again it's on
Niggaz must be thinkin' that I'm a somethin'
I ain't frontin, want you live, I someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
Fuck y'all niggaz
it to me
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