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Wu-Tang Killa Beez
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Killa Beez
作詞：Robert F. Diggs Jr., Barr Elliott, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter
You're no warrior, you 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 habits, I got to have it
The super glow 'Deuce Bigelow, Male Gigolo'
Gold hands crush Coke cans an' 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, lethal for you people
Burn therapy, chemo, seap hoes
See you through the peephole in the crime lab
Countin' Ginos, cuttin' dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino
Rushed through the crowd with a hee ho
Slapshots, jackpots, an' pennals
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 bees
You're no warrior, you can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
Bzz, you hear the hornet, you ducks don't want it
My dogs blast turbo, supersonic
Hats off, welcome back, whip the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half dead an' half cyborg
N.Y. City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes an' 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
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To your theory of gats, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class an' bang lunch tables
With four finger weaves an' long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines
Carry guillotines, watch my bullets scream
An' hit the target
You can't trace the path of air for Richard Starlett
You're no warrior, you can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, you 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 Sourceman
At a speed that exceeds 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
An' 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 an' 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
Outside, I 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, you can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, you can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
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