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Screw on the silencers, on the silencers
'cause real bad boys movin'
Screw on the sliencers, screw on the
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 heads like 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 it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm possesed by the devil
fire part I'm on a hole nother 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 that fakin' I dislocatin'
Real niggaz do things youknowhatimean ?
The that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend
Killa where ya at ?
Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it be none a that
The clips who fat long, I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
Favourite
[fuck tha

Chorus: 2x

two: shyheim

I rol criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban

I ya heard of us
Pick up and duck for ma in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the tip
I you shit quick phoney g'z won't call
I mak it, happen God test me if ya wanna die lord
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 makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, blast the clot!!!
Say word! iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son once again it's on
Niggaz be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin'
I ain't frontin, you live, I murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
y'all crab niggaz
it to me
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