Real Bad Boys

[Intro] It's real, did you ever see that type of nigga Who don't be nobody I'm talkin about blood clot, he ain't squat Like the muthafucka from high school that everybody forgot While you was gettin chopped and dropped I was blowin up the spot Speedin to the top, like a speed knot Gettin more props than Jamaica got weed spots I got this paper or not For the love of hoes and designer clothes Cuz I got more hoes, than.. You just dodo While you was The world iz mine!!! Ah! Yo 1995 (world iz mine) [Hook] Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence [Verse 1] I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments Fuck nigga, I take a pussy god quick Peep ma stee in the streets where respected Like the rectomatic dime bags of the Method, Zee Bomb on heads like what kid I keep 'em on slow mo son I'm the champion to boy don't run I make it death fun when I kille ya I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver Ha, Ha, Ha I'm ruthless possesed by the devil Fuck fire paw 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 Da Muva, I put this on tour wicked The first that fakin' I'mma lace 'em and dislocate 'em Real niggas do real things youknowhatImean ? The first that fake the game so Lincoln thrown in the fiend Killa Kane where ya at ? G.P. 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 iz Ma favourite song [Fuck tha police] [Hook] repeat 2X [Verse 2] I roll with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drug hustlaz, suburban areas I know ya heard of us Big up, big up to ma niggas in the bricks Bad boys, you stings on the hucious tip I brush you shit quick phoney G'z won't call I make 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 tempo Fuck shootin' up shit that only makes the spot hot And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!! Say word! [Word!!!] Word iz bond [ Word iz bond!!!!] Load tha gats up son cuz once again it's on Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm sweet a somethin' I ain't frontin, word to life, I murder someone!! Ha, Ha, Ha Fuck y'all crab niggas Bring it to me Word up I like this [Hook] repeat 2X