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

Verse one:

I stash butterflie and 45's in ma garments
Fuck nigga, I a pussy God quick
ma stee in the streets where respected
Like the dime back to the method, zee
on heads like what kid
I em on slow 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 part I'm on a hole nother level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind
Ma styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma mother I put on tour wicked
The first that I relacin'ma dislocatin'
Real niggaz do real youknowhatimean ?
The first that the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend
kane where ya at ?
Should he be gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat long, I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
Favourite
[fuck tha

Chorus: 2x

Verse two:

I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz,

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