Real Bad Boys

Lyrics

[Intro] It's real, did you ever see that type of nigga That type of nigga who don't be nobody I'm talkin about blood clot, he ain't squat Like the motherfucker from high school that everybody forgot While you was gettin chopped and dropped, I was blowin up the spot Speedin to the top, like a speed knot Gettin more props than Jamaica got weed spots I got this paper or not For the love of hoes and designer clothes [?] Cuz I got more hoes, than [?] You just dodo [?] While you was [?] The world is mine Uhh, uh, huh Yo, 1995 (World is mine) [Chorus] Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'Cause real bad boys move in silence Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'Cause real bad boys move in silence [Verse 1] I stash butterfly knives and .45s in my garments Fuck nigga, I take a pussy heart quick Peep my steez 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 [?] don't run I make your death fun when I kill ya I take a power driller and drill it right through your liver, ha ha ha I'm ruthless, possessed by the Devil Fuck fire, pa', I'm on a whole 'nother level The mess tablets make your mind flick My murderous styles I kick make female groupies lick the dick Word to the mother, I put this on tour wicked The first that start fakin', I'ma lace 'em and dislocate 'em Real niggas do real things, you know what I mean? The first to fake the gangsta lean get thrown in the fiend Killa Kane, where you at? GP, we packin' gats Runnin'? Nah, son, there won't be none of that The clips who fat plus long, I love doin' wrong Plus killin' coppers is my favorite song (Fuck police) [Chorus] Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'Cause real bad boys move in silence Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'Cause real bad boys move in silence [Verse 2] I roll with criminals, coldblooded murderers Drug hustlers, suburban areas, I know you heard of us Big up, big up to my niggas in the bricks (Yeah) 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 my ID on the low I'm all about makin' dough at a 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 is bond (Word is bond) Load the gats up, son, 'cause once again it's on Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm sweet or somethin' I ain't frontin, word to life, I murder somethin' [Interlude] Fuck y'all crab niggas Bring it if you want it, word up [Chorus] Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers (I like this) 'Cause real bad boys move in silence Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers 'Cause real bad boys move in silence