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(feat. Bobby Digital (Rza), Inspectah Deck, Suga Bang Ban) 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 Letras de cancionesGambino 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 [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 [music fades out] From Letras Mania