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

Verse shyheim

I stash butterflie knives and in ma garments
Fuck nigga, I take a pussy God
ma stee in the streets where respected
Like the 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 fun when I killed ya
I take a power and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless possesed by the
Fuck fire part I'm on a hole level
Tha tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies ya dick
Word to ma mother I put on tour wicked
The first fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin'
Real do real things youknowhatimean ?
The first that fake the game so lincoln in the fiend
Killa where ya at ?
he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat plus long, I love plus killin'copperz
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[fuck tha

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Verse shyheim

I rol criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban

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