Chorus:
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Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
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Cuz real bad boys movin' silence
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Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
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Cuz real bad boys movin' silence
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Verse One: Shyheim
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I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments
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Fuck nigga, I take a pussy god quick
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Peep ma stee in the streets where respected
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Like the rectomatic dime back to the Method, Zee
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Bomb on heads like what kid
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I keep em on slow mo son I'm the champion at one on one
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I make it death fun when I killed ya
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I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver
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Ha, Ha, Ha,
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I'm ruthless possesed by the devil
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Fuck fire part I'm on a hole nother level
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Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick
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Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick
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Word to ma mother I put this on tour wicked
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The first that fakin' I relacin'ma dislocatin'
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Real niggaz do real things youknowhatImean ?
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The first that fake the game so Lincoln thrown in the fiend
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Killa Kane where ya at ?
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Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
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The clips who fat plus long, I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
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favourite song
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[fuck tha police]
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Verse Two: Shyheim
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I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban
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areas
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I know ya heard of us
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Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the bricks
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Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip
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I brusk you shit quick phoney G'z won't call
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I mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die Lord
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I wear black to keep ma I.D. on the low
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I'm all about makin' dough at the fast time fo
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Fuck shootin' up shit that only makes the spot hot
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And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
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Say word! Word iz bond [ Word iz bond!!!!]
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Load tha gats up son cuz once again it's on
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Niggaz must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin'
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I aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!
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Ha, Ha, Ha,
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Fuck y'all crab niggaz
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Bring it to me
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Word up
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Real Bad Boys
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| Shyheim |
