Текст песни Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - Real Bad Boys
Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - Real Bad Boys слова песни
Chorus:Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencersCuz real bad boys movin` silenceScrew on the sliencers, screw on the silencersCuz real bad boys movin` silenceVerse One: ShyheimI stash butterflie knives and 45`s in ma garmentsFuck nigga, I take a pussy god quickPeep ma stee in the streets where respectedLike the rectomatic dime back to the Method, ZeeBomb on heads like what kidI keep em on slow mo son I`m the champion at one on oneI make it death fun when I killed yaI take a power driller and drill it right through ya liverHa, Ha, Ha,I`m ruthless possesed by the devilFuck fire part I`m on a hole nother levelTha mess tablets make ya mind flickMa murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin` ya dickWord to ma mother I put this on tour wickedThe first that fakin` I relacin`ma dislocatin`Real niggaz do real things youknowhatImean ?The first that fake the game so Lincoln thrown in the fiendKilla Kane where ya at ?Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won`t be none a thatThe clips who fat plus long, I love doin`wrong plus killin`copperzfavourite song[fuck tha police]Chorus: repeat 2XVerse Two: ShyheimI rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburbanareasI know ya heard of usPick up and duck for ma niggaz in the bricksBad boys, you snakes on the hucious tipI brusk you shit quick phoney G`z won`t callI mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die LordI wear black to keep ma I.D. on the lowI`m all about makin` dough at the fast time foFuck shootin` up shit that only makes the spot hotAnd 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 onNiggaz must be thinkin` that i`m sweet a somethin`I aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!Ha, Ha, Ha,Fuck y`all crab niggazBring it to meWord up