Song Lyrics

Chorus:

Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
'cause real bad boys movin' silence
Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
'cause 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 'cause once again it's on
Niggaz must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin'
I ain't frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
F*ck y'all crab niggaz
Bring it to me
Word up

Arby Quinn, Shyheim Franklin

The duration of Real Bad Boys is 4:04 minutes and seconds.