[Intro: Ghostface Killah, RZA & Method Man]
Word, these motherfucking niggas, man
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
Yeah, I got it, let me hear it
I'ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this shit
Word, no doubt
Better stop smoking on that shit
Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him
Whatever
Yo yeah, let me get that motherfuckers saying on this, nigga
Yeah, niggas be bugging in here
Nigga don't speak no fuckin' English, word?
You get me everything? I got you a cheese join
Diamond biscuits, motherfucker!
Now let's see, we don't get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own
Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
John BlizzyStraight like that
He holdin' twenty on this
Ghost Deini, uh-huh! Yeah!
ShaCronz, the invincible, baby
Bad boys Suga Bang, it's like that!
D-Digi!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Spontaneous combustion got niggas lusting
Fuckin' with this head busting track spanker
Decaffeinator crab sinker, 25
Tryna live to see my 40 acre before I die
Immaculate conception like loaded weapons
Shooting up your rap session in mere seconds
Your whole style is undressing
Try to hide yourself behind the R&B section and got spotted
Fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage
Now you're like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga ass out and no question
Dead and buried
We rolling like the military
Fuck dog shit, hotter beats and pop cherries on virgin mics
Style very critical, by any means necessary
Mad lyrical, the Ghost Rider
Want vengeance on you style biters
Your whole sect had you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter and burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter, I play the shadows
Scoping out you lime lighters and desperados
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang, RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby (Baby 'cause it's not a game)
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby (You see them motherfucking 20-inch chromes spinning?)
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby (Rocked out, baby, ice hanging..)
Come on, come on
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, I bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubbling
Hand my wiz the guns under the rug, live off my publishing
Jet to Miami, I chugalug the beach
Fiends beeping me, I erase and delete
Surrounded my palm trees and sound-proof condos
Trying out Spanish foods, Roberto's banging bongos
Do whatever, cracking down weather, it means nice
Walking down the strip, these fat niggas broke the ice
Driving in a host of trucks, the gate's wide open
A square box fell out, I'm hoping it be coke and
I snatched it, dip into a parkin' lot, unwrapped it
See diamonds, rubies, pearls, gems covered with acid
Heavens to Murgatroyd, infants will know I'm paranoid
Wussy goes through, I'm on a next flight to St. Croix
Sneaker boy the Genius, I heard he struck oil
Him and Masta Killa own Fox and mad loyal
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang, RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby (The finest, baby, the finest)
Come on, come on (You see them Linx hanging?)
[Verse 3: ShaCronz]
Yo, yo, you know I rarely fight, I keep heat plus I'm very nice
I run with two-eighties on me like Jerry Rice
I fuck with many birds, not the canary type
I've seen a lot of happy days and scary nights
My click hotter than fish grease, kids be diss-freaks
Most of these labels can't handle this heat
I love new twat, scrape ho's on a few blocks
When my hate grows I let the tools pop
A lot of these rap niggas be fast to plea
Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up! like Master P
M.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze
Walk up and let a hundred shots crash your V
The first to pull out, the first to body something
I got all the heat, all the shorties in your lobby pumpin'g
Them dudes you standing with probably fronting
Killa Bee gang got that shit that keep your hottie jumping
What?
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang, RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby (Straight like that, baby, it's nothing less, K.B., baby don't forget it, C.C.F.)
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby (You see the shits spinnin'?)
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby (Come on, nigga!)
Come on, come on (Clamp on, baby Come on!)
Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby (What? What?)
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby (You see the shits spinning? Yeah)
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby (Shit hanging, son, they hangin' Better catch it, straight gangster)
Come on, come on (Straight gangster)
[Outro: RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, you've just been experiencing
Wu-Tang Killa Beez - The Sting
Explosive, baby, coming at you
Y'all motherfuckers know..
The next chamber's the motherfucking weather
Look out for the Stingers, baby
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