wu tang - killa beez | Текст песни

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• wu tang
• killa beez

Mommy, Daddy..
It's the Killa Beez!
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (Blue Raspberry)]
You're no warrior, you can't bang like us (Killa Beeeeeez)
You're no warrior, you're now some haters (Killa Beeeeeez)
'Forever, forever'
[Interlude: U-God]
Yo, yo
Bring it high
Yo, yo
[U-God]
I was born with this magnet, worn by the +Dragnet+
I love my dirty habits, I've got to have it
The super-glow, +Duece Biggalo: Male Jiggalo+
Gold hands crush cold hands of Michelobes
Style's the needle, black Benzino
Valentino, nine beetles, boys, evil steelo
Hit like the bull, more pull than Magnetos
Crush the kilo with my bare-hand, reload and Eagle
Nine Dese' strikes, deadly for you people
Burn third degree, chemo', seap hole, see you through the peep-hole
In the crime lab, cuttin' g-notes
Cuttin' dime slabs then we backed up g-knome
Rush through the crowd with a heat-hold
Slapshot, jackpot and pilo
Graffiti on the walls, throwin' up primo
Gambino, three dice, head crack, cee-los
In ya ear-hole, let the snare roll
Dolo, lower than low, lower than zero
Who's Your Rhymin' Heroes+
[Interlude: Blue Raspberry]
Killa Beeeeez!
[Chorus 2X]
[RZA]
BZZZZ... you hear the hornet? You ducks don't want it
My darts blast turbo, supersonic
Head tall, y'all come back like the sweat hog
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Bobby Digital, half man and half cyborg
Now Y City, home of the fly bitties
Wear high-healed shows and tatoos on side titties
Shorties swallow up the apple cider
Rhyme thought, a buck forty in a yellow spider
With the black interior, my Mac's superior
To your inferior gat, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class and bang lunch tables
With four-finger rings and long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines, carry guillotines
Watch my bullets scream... {*imitating bullets flying*} and hit the target
You can't trace the path of ear from which is Charlotte
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Blue Raspberry]
Mommy..
It's the Killa Beez!
[Inspectah Deck]
It's the return of the bad boy, the mic Sean Penn
Floss gems 'cross the world with my nine swordsmen
At a speed that exceeds your convertable Benz
From a distance you glimpse through binocular lens
Stay hotter than an ex-con dodgin' the pen's
Killa squadron known to start a popular trend
And the emblem symbolize the wisdom, certifies the platinum
Magnify the stardom, shots bust at random
Wake you out your boredom, kings of our kingdom
Reppin' for my hoodlums, ghetto with the problems
Cuz yo, we step on toes
Bangin' heads, knockin' deep blue weapons at the po's
Flash quiz, do that nigga handle his biz?
I spin a song like Michael and Diana in the wiz
The rough shit, I bust it for the republic
Dubbin' it, you ain't lovin' it, what you fuckin' wit?
Manifesto, light it like a techno club
Outsider don't expect no love
Manuscript make the fans flip, don't chance it
Cop the goods while my hundred hoods run rampid
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Blue Raspberry
Mommy, it's the Killa Beez!