KB Ridin’

Lyrics

[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