Текст песни Shyheim - Real Bad Boys
Shyheim - 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 45s 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 Im 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,Im ruthless possesed by the devilFuck fire part Im 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 relacinma dislocatinReal 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 wont be none a thatThe clips who fat plus long, I love doinwrong plus killincopperzFavourite 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 gz wont callI mak it, happen like God test me if ya wanna die lordI wear black to keep ma i.d. on the lowIm all about makin dough at the fast time foFuck shootin up shit that only makes the spot hotAnd we dont need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!Say word! word iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!]Load tha gats up son cuz once again its onNiggaz must be thinkin that Im sweet a somethinI aint frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!Ha, ha, ha,Fuck yall crab niggazBring it to meWord up