Shyheim aka The Rugged Child - Real Bad Boys Lyrics

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 butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments

F*ck nigga, I take a pussy 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 death fun when I killed ya

I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver

Ha, Ha, Ha,

I'm ruthless possesed by the devil

F*ck 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 niggaz do real things youknowhatImean ?

The first that fake the game so Lincoln thrown in the fiend

Killa 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 killin'copperz

favourite song

[f*ck 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 niggaz in the bricks

Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip

I brusk you shit 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*ck shootin' up shit 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

Niggaz must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin'

I aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!

Ha, Ha, Ha,

F*ck y'all crab niggaz

Bring it to me

Word up