Kb Ridin lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man]

Word (These mothafuckin` niggaz, 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 smokin` on that shit)

Fuck that, hey, don`t do it with him

(Whatever)

Yo yeah, lemme get that mothafucka`s sayin` on this, nigga

(Yeah, niggaz be buggin` in here

Nigga don`t speak no fuckin` English, word?)

You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint)

{Diamond buscuits, mothafucka!



[Break: 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 holdin` 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 niggaz lustin`

Fuckin` with this head bustin` track spanker

Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five

Tryin` to live to see my forty acher, before I die

Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons

Shootin` up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!)

Ya whole style is undressin`

Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section

And got spotted, fuckin` 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 holdin` 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, scopin` out you lime lighters and Desperados



[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (RZA) {Prodical]

Killa Beez is ridin` East to West, baby

See our twenties spinnin` on our trucks, baby

Diamonds, Cubans hangin` from our neck, baby

Come on, come on



[Interlude: RZA {Prodical]

{Baby cuz It`s Not a Game

You see them mothafuckin` twenty-inch chromes spinnin`?

{Rocked out, baby, ice hangin`



[Ghostface Killah (RZA)]

Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubblin`

Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishin`

Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat

Fiends beepin` me, I erase and delete (Come on)

Surrounded my palm trees and sound-proof condos

Tryin` out Spanish foods, Roberto`s bangin` bongos

Do whatever, crackin` down weather, it means nice

Walkin` down the strip, these fat niggaz broke the ice

Drive it in a host, the trucks, the gate`s wide open

A square box fell out, I`m hopin` it be coke and

I snatched it, dipped into a parkin` 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



[Chorus - last two lines only]

Diamonds, Cubans hangin` from our neck, baby

Come on, come on



[Interlude: 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 niggaz 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 somethin`

I got all the heat all the shorties in ya lobby pumpin`

Them dudes you standin` with probably frontin`

Killa Bee Gang got that shit that keep ya hottie jumpin`

What?



[Chorus 2X]



[Interlude: RZA {Prodical]

{Straight like that, baby, it`s nuttin` 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 niggaz, son

What? What?

You see the shits spinnin`? {Yeah

Shit hangin`, son, they hangin` {Better catch it

Come on! Come on!



[Outro: Prodical (RZA)]

Straight gangsta

(Yo, you`ve just been experiencin`

Wu-Tang Killa Beez - The Sting)

Explosive, baby, comin` at you

(Y`all mothafuckas know..

The next chamber`s the mothafuckin` weather)

Look out for the Stingers, baby
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