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 bu*terflie knives and 45's in ma garments
f** n***a, i take a p**y 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 d**h fun when i k**ed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless possesed by the devil
f** 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 n***az do real things youknowhatimean ?
The first that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend
k**a 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 k**in'copperz
Favourite song
[f** 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 n***az in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip
I brusk you sh** 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
f** shootin' up sh** 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 cuz once again it's on
n***az must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin'
I aint frontin, want you live, i murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
f** y'all crab n***az
Bring it to me
Word up