Shyheim Real Bad Boys Lyrics

[Shyheim]
The world is mine !!!
Yo, 1995

Chorus: (2x)
Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
Cuz real bad boys movin silence

I stash b___erfly knives and 45's in ma garments
f___ n____, I take a p____ god quick
Peep ma stee in the street where respected
Like the rectomatic dime bags of 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 death fun when I kill ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver (ha ha ha)
I'm ruthless possessed by the devil
f___ fire paw, I'm on a whole nother level
The mess tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murderous styles I kick make female groupies lick the d___
Word to the mother, I put this on tour wicked
The first that fakin, I'ma lace em and dislocate em
Real n____z do real things youknowhatImean?
The first that fake the gangsta lean get thrown in the fiend
Killa Kane where you at?
G.P. be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none of that
The clips who fat plus long
I love doin wrong plus killin coppers is ma favorite song (f___ the police)

Chorus (4x)

I roll with criminals, coldblooded murderers
Drug hustlers, suburban areas I know ya heard of us
Big up big up! To ma n____z in the bricks
Bad boys you stings on the hushious tip
I brush your s___ quick phoney G's won't call
I make 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 a fast tempo
f___ shootin up s___ that only makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
Say Word! (Word!) Word is bond? (Word is bond!)
Load the gats up son cause once again it's on
n____z must be thinkin that I'm sweet a somethin
I ain't frontin, word to life I murder someone!!
Ha ha ha, f___ y'all crab n____s
Bring it to me
Word up
I like this

Chorus (4x)