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**k ni**a, 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**k 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 ni**az 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**k 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 ni**az in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip
I brusk you s**t 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**k shootin` up s**t 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
Ni**az must be thinkin` that I`m sweet a somethin`
I ain`t frontin, want you live, I murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
F**k y`all crab ni**az
Bring it to me
Word up