Real Bad Boys Lyrics - Singles - Shyheim

Chorus: 

Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 

'cause real bad boys movin' silence 

Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers 

'cause real bad boys movin' silence 

Verse one: shyheim 

I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments 

Fuck nigga, I take a pussy God quick 

Peep ma stee in the streets where respected 

Like the rectomatic dime back to the method, zee 

Bomb on heads like what kid 

I keep em on slow mo son I'm the champion at one on one 

I make it death fun when I killed ya 

I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver 

Ha, ha, ha, 

I'm ruthless possesed by the devil 

Fuck fire part I'm on a hole nother level 

Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick 

Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick 

Word to ma mother I put this on tour wicked 

The first that fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin' 

Real niggaz do real things youknowhatimean ? 

The first that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend 

Killa kane where ya at ? 

Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that 

The clips who fat plus long, I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz 

Favourite song 

[fuck tha police] 

Chorus: repeat 2x 

Verse two: shyheim 

I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban 

Areas 

I know ya heard of us 

Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the bricks 

Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip 

I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z won't call 

I mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die lord 

I wear black to keep ma i.d. on the low 

I'm all about makin' dough at the fast time fo 

Fuck shootin' up shit that only makes the spot hot 

And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!! 

Say word! word iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!] 

Load tha gats up son 'cause once again it's on 

Niggaz must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin' 

I ain't frontin, want you live, I murder someone!! 

Ha, ha, ha, 

Fuck y'all crab niggaz 

Bring it to me 

Word up