Killa Beez

U-God

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    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

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    [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

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    Song details

    Composition: J.K. Hunter

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