Bài hát Killa Beez Báo Lỗi

Mommy... Daddy...

It's the Killa Beez....


[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]

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

You're no warrior, ya not so devious


[U-God:]

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 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? *heavy breathing*

("Killa beeeeeeeeeeees?")


[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]

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

You're no warrior, ya not so devious


[Bobby Digital:]

Bzzzz.. you hear the hornet, you ducks don't want it

I dogs blast turbo, supersonic

Hats off, welcome back, whipe 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 for Richard Starlett


[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]

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


[Inspectah Deck:]

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 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 kindom, 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

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


[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]

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


[music fades out]