you ain?t runnin? wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this
the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all
man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla On a lonesome breezy Sunday morning This
ain?t runnin? wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this
I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen For, what I speak of offers freedom from mind Freedom from a focused impulse Freedom And not at all the spangled
of state gettin' that money It's goin' to y'all baby [Master P talking] And all y'all thugs out there Down South Y'all keep y'all heads up To the West
you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this
