[Intro]
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black
Black bandana
And when we roll out inna black bandana
[Chorus: Irah & Killa P]
When we ah shoot on the camera
Bassline beat and a balalala
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long
Roll out inna black bandana
And when we roll out inna black bandana
No bwoy can't bumbaclart diss man
Dem dead, Killa don't response
Plus dem know say the Killa's from Brixton
When we ah shoot on the camera
Bassline beat and a balalala
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long
Roll out inna black bandana
When we roll out inna black bandana
Bwoy can't diss Killaman in any manner
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda
And run, bax up your mother
[Verse 1: Killa P]
Oh, we have 'nuff ting fi start out
Inna bassline, Killaman, me nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout
Hear your mooma bawl out
"No kill mi son", that be ah your mooma, she ah bawl out
Weh di bitch ah bawl 'bout?
Cyaan cry with your hand pon your head, till your whole wig and your two front teeth fall out
Some brand new gunman ah buss
Yo, Irah, shoot di front room wall out
Some likkle man fi know
A Killaman name you nuh fi call out
Gunshot buss, headtop fall out
One man diss me? Know you'll see all
The whole of mi Cemetery Warriors dem ah crawl out
Pon you and your stinking friends and your ends
That's why di gun dem bark out
We nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout
[Break]
Black bandana, bandana, bandana, bandana
And when we roll out inna black bandana
Black bandana, bandana, bandana, bandana
[Chorus: Irah & Killa P]
When we ah shoot on the camera
Bassline beat and a balalala
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long
Roll out inna black bandana
When we roll out inna black bandana
Bwoy can't diss Killaman in any manner
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda
And run, bax up your mother, oh
[Verse 2: Long Range]
Black bandana pon face
No CCTV ah catch badman face
Sniper from a long distance, midday
Not Call of Duty, man ah play
RPG, handgun and grenade
Just dash front room, we wan' clear out space
Know say that man are badbwoy any day
And we nuh tek chat or thump inna face
Fifty-calibre shot inna face
See the gun what me have? Cyaan carry pon waist
Real gunman, me nuh miss when I aim
No shot inna sky, man fire it straight
Turn up ah di war, bulletproof vest
Dem vexed when bullet dem start penetrate
All police cyaan come pon di scene
'Cause a-we babylon dem cyaan regulate
[Verse 3: Irah]
When bassline start ah we clap gun weh
My gun long like di plane pon di runway
If a man wan' diss Killa pon Monday
A-gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday
Him have a big base, come, we go down there
When my bars start an instant warfare
A nuh do infrared, bulletproof can't wait
Dem same bwoy dere say dem wan' war we
Send fi mi breddas or mi Killa gang Army
Hmm, 'bout dem wan' violate we?
Light up dem head like a Christmas tree
Brain ah go jump like bloodclart flea
Informer chat? Dem nuh interest badman
357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalla, clap one
Never left the machine
[Chorus: Irah & Killa P]
When we ah shoot on the camera (buckeye)
Bassline beat and a balalala (yeah)
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long
Roll out inna black bandana
And when we roll out inna black bandana
No bwoy can't bumbaclart diss man
Dem dead, Killa don't response
Plus dem know say the Killa's from Brixton
When we ah shoot on the camera (boobap)
Bassline beat and a balalala (balalalala)
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long
Roll out inna black bandana
When we roll out inna black bandana
Bwoy can't diss Killaman in any manner
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda
And run, bax up your mother!
