Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Bad Boys, artist - Shyheim. Date of issue: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Bad Boys |
| Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers |
| Cuz real bad boys movin silence |
| Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers |
| Cuz real bad boys movin silence |
| Verse one: shyheim |
| I stash butterflie knives and 45s 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 Im 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, |
| Im ruthless possesed by the devil |
| Fuck fire part Im 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 relacinma 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 wont be none a that |
| The clips who fat plus long, I love doinwrong plus killincopperz |
| Favourite song |
| 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 gz wont 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 |
| Im all about makin dough at the fast time fo Fuck shootin up shit that only makes the spot hot |
| And we dont need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!! |
| Say word! |
| word iz bond |
| Load tha gats up son cuz once again its on Niggaz must be thinkin that Im sweet a somethin |
| I aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone! |
| Ha, ha, ha, |
| Fuck yall crab niggaz |
| Bring it to me |
| Word up |