KB Ridin'

(album: Killa Beez: The Sting - 2002)

[Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man}:]
Word (These mothafucking niggas, man)
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
(Yeah, I got it) Lemme 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, lemme get that mothafucka's saying on this, nigga
(Yeah, niggas be bugging in here
Nigga don't speak no fucking English, word?)
You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint)
{Diamond buscuits, mothafucka!}

[Method Man (RZA) {Prodical}:]
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 Blizzy) {Straight like that}
He holding twenty on this
(Ghost Deini) {Uh-huh! Yeah!}
(ShaCronz) {The invincible, baby)
Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It's like that!}
(D-Digi!)

[Method Man (Prodical):]
Spontaneous combustion got niggas lusting
Fucking with this head busting track spanker
Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five
Trying to live to see my forty acher, before I die
Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons
Shooting up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!)
Ya whole style is undressing
Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section
And got spotted, fucking with them fake artists who make garbage
Now ya like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga assed out and no question
Dead and buried, we holding like the military
Fuck Dog Shit, hide-out beats and hot cherries
On virgin mic's, style very cri-Tical
By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical
The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters
Ya whole sect got 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

[Suga Bang Bang, RZA, Prodical:]
Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby
Come on, come on

[RZA {Prodical}:]
{Baby cuz It's Not a Game}
You see them mothafucking twenty-inch chromes spinnin'?
{Rocked out, baby, ice hangin'}

[Ghostface Killah (RZA):]
Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubbling
Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishing
Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat
Fiends beeping me, I erase and delete (Come on)
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
Drive it in a host, the trucks, the gate's wide open
A square box fell out, I'm hoping it be coke and
I snatched it, dipped into a parking lot and wrapped it
See diamonds, pearls, rubies, gems, covered with acid
Heavens to mega-troid, infants'll know I'm paranoid
What she goes through, I'm on a next flight to St. Croix
Sneaker boy and Genius, I heard he struck oil
Him and Masta Killa own Fox and mad loyal

[Suga Bang Bang, RZA, Prodical:]
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby
Come on, come on

[RZA {Prodical}:]
{The finest, baby, the finest}
(You see them Linx hangin'?)

[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-free
Most of these labels can't handle this heat
I love new twat, scrap 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
F.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze
Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V
The first to pull out, the first to body something
I got all the heat all the shorties in ya lobby pumping
Them dudes you standing with probably fronting
Killa Bee Gang got that shit that keep ya hottie jumping
What?

[Suga Bang Bang, RZA, Prodical:]
Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby
Come on, come on

Killa Beez is riding East to West, baby
See our twenties spinning on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hanging from our neck, baby
Come on, come on

[RZA {Prodical}:]
{Straight like that, baby, it's nutting less, K.B., baby}
{Don't forget it, C.C.F.}
You see the shits spinnin'?
Come on, nigga! {Clamp on, baby} Come on!
Yo, yo, tell them niggas, son
What? What?
You see the shits spinnin'? {Yeah}
Shit hanging, son, they hanging {Better catch it}
Come on! Come on!

[Prodical (RZA):]
Straight gangsta
(Yo, you've just been experiencing
Wu-Tang Killa Beez The Sting)
Explosive, baby, coming at you
(Y'all mothafuckas know
The next chamber's the mothafucking weather)
Look out for the Stingers, baby