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

Verse shyheim

I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma
Fuck nigga, I take a pussy God
Peep ma in the streets where respected
Like the rectomatic back to the method, zee
Bomb on heads what kid
I keep em on mo son I'm the champion at one on one
I make it fun when I killed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm possesed by the devil
Fuck fire part I'm on a hole level
Tha tablets make ya mind flick
Ma styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma I put this on tour wicked
The first fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin'
Real niggaz do real things ?
The first that fake the so lincoln thrown in the fiend
Killa kane ya at ?
Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a
The clips who fat plus long, I love doin'wrong plus
Favourite
tha police]

Chorus: 2x

two: shyheim

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 snakes on the tip
I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z won't
I mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die
I wear to keep ma i.d. on the low
I'm all about makin' dough at the fast fo
Fuck shootin' up shit that only the spot hot
And we don't the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
Say word! iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!]
tha gats up son 'cause once again it's on
Niggaz must be thinkin' I'm sweet 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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