[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]

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)



[Chorus x3: Doc Doom]

I'mma be a Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life



[Interlude: Monk]

It's on, nigga, these niggas trippin'

(Fuck that nigga, we..

We might lose our life on this one, nigga)



[Doc Doom]

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



[Monk]

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



[Chorus x3]



[Crisis]

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



[Doc Doom]

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



[Chorus to end]