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

Verse one:

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

repeat 2x

Verse two:

I rol criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban

I ya heard of us
Pick up and for ma niggaz in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the tip
I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z call
I mak it, like God test me if ya wanna die lord
I wear black to ma i.d. on the low
I'm all about makin' dough at the time fo
Fuck shootin' up shit that only 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
must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin'
I ain't frontin, you live, I murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
Fuck y'all niggaz
it to me
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