Real Bad Boys

The world iz mine!!!

Ah! Ah..ha

Yo, 1995, haha

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

I stash butterflie knives

And 45's in ma garments

Fuck nigga, I take a pussy god quick

Peep ma stee in the streets well 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 to boy don't run

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 possesed by the devil

Fuck fire pa', I'm on a hole other level

Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick

Ma murdarous styles I kick

Make female groupies lick the dick

Word to the muva

I put this on tour wicked

The first that fakin' I'mma lace 'em

And dislocate 'em

Real niggas do real things youknowhatImean?

The first to fake the gangsta lean

Get throwned in the fiend

Killa Kane where ya at?

G.P. be packin' gats, runnin', nah son

It won't be none a that

The clips who fat plus long

I love doin' wrong, plus

Killin' copperz is ma favourite song

(Fuck tha police)

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

I roll with criminals

Coldbloody murderers

Drug hustlaz, suburban areas

I know ya heard of us

Big up, big up to ma niggas in the bricks

Bad boys, you stings on the hucious tip

I brush you shit quick, phoney G'z 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 the fast tempo, fuck shootin' up shit

That only makes the spot hot

And we don't need the booshaa

Blast the blood clot!

Say word! (Word!)

Word iz bond (Word iz bond!)

Load tha gats up son cuz once again it's on

Niggas must be thinkin' that

I'm sweet a somethin', I ain't frontin

Word to life, I murder somethin'!!

Ha, Ha, Ha

Fuck y'all crab niggas

Bring it up to me, word up

Screw on the silencers (I like this)

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence

Screw on the silencers

Screw on the silencers

Cuz real bad boys move in silence