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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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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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