yo, oh A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish Kill these bees
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect) Black
fat so We bring fat beats like a gift for Xmas I'll make you testify just like an O.J Simpson witness Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people
my carpet Coma The East New York Soldier, what? (Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit! Yo Greg Valentine!) [Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}] Yo, the bees
Anywhere you take me And ain't no limit to this love I'll follow you to the moon and the sky above We could walk together, roll buses together Your mom called us Killer bees
yo and the Noke-D D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo D-Wreck let em know we aint no hoe Rolling on Chop Chop-pas Breaking boys off in the south Rolling on
my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more
[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] Ahahahaha Minds start to freeze, at ease Its the wu-tang killa beez Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz Comin
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Ahahahaha Minds start to freeze, at ease Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz Comin
] Never war, come back on four tracks Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be wack Never more, actual fact Comin thru with the killa bees attack My sword
can make this shit efficient, strength is in the mind an strength is in the numbers, to much sleep then you slumber, so i linked the bees an stung ya
and now you want to leave and you got to go because my hair's too long and this song's too slow commercial radio has killed rock'n'roll with their pretty
sticks Hookers by the slurpee machine Looking to turn tricks For fix As I reach up in my belt And grab out the candy cane And extract a couple ju-ju bees
murder in third degrees We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice You know
bottom card's been dealt No one knows like you know right now How truly bad it felt All your life you wasted On dreamin' about the day Worker bees kill
bitches say [x3] I aint even gotta talk my money conversates Verse 1: Bitches think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch with money Ferrari with them bumble bees
the Flea-Unit with pesticides You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred killa bees