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Killa Bee Gang for life, niggas bang for stripes We will gang bang ya wife, then slang that bitch ice Stop playin' nigga (stop playin', Black Knights, what?) West Coast (west coast) Killa Bee Gang, nigga Yo Monk, Monk, get ya sniff nigga (Wu-Tang gang, get the shit started) I'mma be a Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life It's on, nigga, these niggas trippin' (Fuck that nigga, we.. We might lose our life on this one, nigga) I stay on the grind like hustle men, raps Gitchi Dan Runnin' from police in Wu vans, stash the contraband Gangsta lime life, we smack niggas up that don't rap right On Black Knights, we take flight on suckas on sight The Killa Bee Gang for life, niggas bang for stripes We will gang bang ya wife, then slang her ice For the right price, I'll even take that hoe life Drop the money like hot dice, and I'll fix her up real nice The greedy type, runnin' through red lights and construction sites Just to get away from the cops, cuz I ain't doin' life Fuck that, if the po's dump, then Monk dump back Trust that, if the po's dump, then Doc, I'll dump back Leave that ass wit no get back in broad daylight On Black Knights, I'mma stay down for life Bang in the hood, snatchin' mics and rockin' spotlights We live the hood life, that's why our attitude is so rude Stay down and do dirt, push work and punish fools Disrespect your crew, I don't give a fuck, you can get it too We stay true, til this Killa Gang, Killa Bee Click, is what I claim You talk shit, get ripped without a chance to see ya man split Cuz I'mma Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life, and bang for life Who the realest on the streets? Is it the crips or bloods Pimps or thugs, niggas who just dent ya mugs For jealousy, envy, greed or lust High off the dust, I ain't the one, you play me close, you'll get touched I'm a street nigga, from the hood blocks, I keep the heat cocked Slapped up street bumps in the hood, to slow our speed knot Whether walk by, drive by, still go on Bodies drop like flies, when the heat get drawn Closed distance, long range, blow ya brains, it's all the same Index and thumb curve, simple and plain Hit you up like Black Knights, nigga what up? Shut up, before I get Doc to fuck ya off And dog I keep the block way hotter than Lil' Wayne When my pistols flame make you muthafuckas feel the pain my steady game Ya know, who's to blame, Doc Doom's the name From the Black Knights, West Coast Killa Bee Gang Hit 'em up, wit that real shit, that Cali cap peel shit That red and blue rag, body bags, zip the feel shit Real quick, we really ain't the ones you wanna deal wit Cuz real quick, we have the homies pay ya ass a visit We misfits who run wit guns, that's unlisted And these guns'll run you faggots out ya own districts So don't get us twisted wit the next crew Nigga, this the West Wu, Black Knights, we specialize in gun, fool