Lyrics:
WuTang Killa Bees we be teaching the Children
killa Bees on the Swarm
Remedy:
F*** you and the horse you rode in on
My killa bees swarm thru
it don't exist
I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come
Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them
Now Erick stick
yo' neck (Protect yo' neck) wu Tang
(Wu Tang, yeah)
It's on the set (It's on the)
Realest nigga in attendance, start with me
I'll leave you finished
y'all from every direction
Call up Hot 97 for protection
Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan
Spotted last night in the all black van
Coming down
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme
at a ninety degree angle
Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle
like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids
Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me
Bitch, we go by clan, some like Wu-Tang
Shawty is my fan, she say she my boo thang
Hit another block while I got my shay chain, shay chain
Hit
you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga
It's the tennis shoe players
dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
We came that liquor
Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
toh vo boley mujhe sheesh
Lyrical game jaise Wu Tang Clan
Boys saare dank lage Wu Shang Clan
Scene ko bachau jaise hu Batman
Ek word se jalaau teri tu
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
Dumbo
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas,
and Kriss Kross
Who da boss, niggas get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side I am the force of course
It's the Method (woo) from the Wu Tang (woo)
to you plain and simple cause you know its played
Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thing
OK, son, tell you like my nigga "Pootie Tang"
I got that
as ice with a heart like August
Throw some Wu Tang on, you like, "Ah, shit"
Baby, I like it raw with
That rug burn, we be fuckin' on the carpet
My little
touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head,
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Was jumped in a Staten Island club and his face still bears the scar
And you will know my name
ya
Orangutan, you monkeys tryna
Hang like you're gorillas
I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla
The object in the mirror, Mac Miller
My method is
putang
A new thing, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang
Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang
Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang
Leather Face 4
It's Payne
Wu-Tang in this motherfucker
Oh yeah, let's go
Sick and disgustin' let's quit the discussion
See I don't rap I tap
Keyshia Coles, S childs, Young Wu Tang
You act like you don't wanna talk no more
Like it's only your heart that's been broken
Your so hardcore
I
all in together now
Got played, got fresh, up-
The world was bugging off this Wu-Tang nigga on the rock
That was just another spot
Peace this is the motherfucking
High chief Jamel Arief
I represent the Wu Tang Clan kid
Tony Touch, 50 MC's
Wu-Killa Bee collaboration for the nation
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