Wu-Tang Killa Beez, Suga Bang Bang - Killa Beez lyrics

Mommy daddy it's the Killa Beez

You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

Yo, yo i was born with this magnet
Warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habit's, I got to have it
The super-glow deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
Gold hands crush Coke cans and Michelobs
Style is Nino, black Benzito, Valentino
Nine needles - voice evil steelo
Hit, like the bull, more pull than Magneto
Crush kilos with my bare hand
Reload the Eagle nine dirty strikes
Leaped up off all you people
Burn therapy, chemo, seap hoes
See you through the peephole -
In the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino
Rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots, and pe-nnals
Throw graffiti on the wall, throwin up Reemo
Gambino three dice, headcrack Cee-Lo
In ya earhole, let the snare roll go low
Lower than low, lower than zero
Who's your rhymin heroes? ("Killa beees?")

You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

Bzzz you hear the hornet
You ducks don't want it
I dogs blast turbo, supersonic
Hats off, welcome back, wipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half man and half-cyborg
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high heel shoes and
Tattoos on side titties
Shorties swallow up the apple cider
Ra' doin a buck forty in the yellow Spyder
With the black interior, my mack superior
To your theory of gats, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class and bang lunch tables
With four finger weaves and
Long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines
Carry +Guillotines+ watch my bullets scream
("Pheeewwwwww!") and hit the target
You can't trace the path of
Air from which it started

You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

It's the return of the bad boy
The mic Sean Penn
Floss gems across the globe
With my nine Swordsmen
At a speed that excedes your convertible Benz
From a distance you glimpse
Supernocular lens
Stay hotter than a ex-con dodgin the pens
Killa Squadron
Known to start a popular trend
And the emblem, symbolize the wisdom
Certifies the platinum, magnifies the stardom
Shots bust at random
Wake you out your boredom
Kings of our kingdom
Reppin from our hoodlums
Gotta whip them problems
Cuz yo we step on toes
Bangin heads knockin teeth loose
Welcome to the pros
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
Government, you ain't lovin it
Whatchu fuckin wit?
Manifesto, light it like a techno club
Outsiders don't expect no love
Man this grip, make the fans flip
Don't chance it cop the goods
While my hundred hoods run rampid

You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious