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

Verse shyheim

I stash butterflie and 45's in ma garments
Fuck nigga, I take a God quick
Peep ma in the streets where respected
the rectomatic dime back to the method, zee
Bomb on heads like kid
I keep em on slow mo son I'm the at one on one
I it death fun when I killed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm possesed by the devil
Fuck fire part I'm on a hole level
Tha tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles, I kid female groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma mother I put this on wicked
The first that fakin' I dislocatin'
Real niggaz do real things ?
The first that fake the game so thrown in the fiend
Killa where ya at ?
Should he be gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat plus long, I love plus killin'copperz
Favourite
tha police]

Chorus: 2x

two: shyheim

I rol with criminals, murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban

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