Real Bad Boys — текст песни (Shyheim)

Chorus:



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

[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 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 [ 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