Lyrics Real Bad Boys - Shyheim

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