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

Verse shyheim

I stash knives and 45's in ma garments
Fuck nigga, I take a pussy God
Peep ma stee in the streets where
Like the rectomatic dime 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 fun when I killed ya
I take a driller and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless possesed by the
Fuck fire I'm on a hole nother level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind
Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya
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 so lincoln thrown in the fiend
kane where ya at ?
Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a
The clips who fat plus long, I love plus killin'copperz
Favourite
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Chorus: 2x

two: shyheim

I rol with criminals, murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban

I ya heard of us
Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the
Bad boys, you on the hucious tip
I brusk you shit quick g'z won't call
I mak it, happen 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 fast fo
Fuck shootin' up that only makes the spot hot
And we don't the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
Say word! word iz [ word iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son 'cause once again 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 crab
it to me
up