[Intro]
Unnu know me ah di baddest man
Got me gun from Afghanistan
It's Killa for realla the fools dem are running from
I don't know where the fools get the promise from
Killa the realla and my family
You know that my family ah fly back to the promised land
There ain't a fuckery weh the government can promise man
Me ah di wickedest ting, me ah di baddest dan
Any boy wan' diss me gun?
Then me get me gun dem and my bullet dem from Afghanistan
Or even Pakistan and if a boy diss me
Then he ah go see shot fly like frisbee
A nice [?] gyally will come kiss me
That's how it goes when I'm on the road
[Verse 1: Killa P]
Dem never get it right, that's why dem get left
Gunshot inna dem head and dem chest
In peace, that's where 'nuff man ah rest
Over gyal, that's where 'nuff man ah stress
Killa for realla, you know say me god bless
And you know say a Killa for realla you no fi test
Only a killer can kill a killer so right now
Right now, that's why duppy, me ah mek
Duppy, me ah mek cuh me nuh senseless
None of we nuh deal with no no senseless killing
But unnu know say me dogs dem willing
From my dogs dem run out and I say shell
That's when me dogs dem kill him
You know say the Killaman ready and willing
Bare blood spilling, gun drilling
From the beginning, none of my dogs are sinning
[Chorus]
Tune what we have, yes, we bill dem quick
Niggas on the road, yes, we kill dem quick
Go to their funeral and find their girlfriend
Go back to their house and give them dick
Everybody knows Killa's heart's colder than dis
But Killaman feels old inna dis
He's been threatening the Killa with a .45
But when I got there, he was holding a spliff
[Verse 2]
Dem never get it right but fuck them
Then I'll come in your crib, Killa [?] when
Asked certain gyal me used to lay down with tell me dem love me
You know say the Killa never loved them
Certain gangsters that I used to have round the Killa
Trust me, the Killa never trust them
That's why any gun weh me dig outta my back garden
You know me ready fi buss them
Put inna your face and then buss them
Look inna di garden, my bredda, man ah moss dem
From dem violate then they must dead
Could've been a gunshot or buss head
Me nuh care if-a Jim or Mark or Ted
Dem cyaan tek me fi Barney, nor Fred
The whole of dem boy dere must dead
We put gunshot inna head, not inna leg
[Chorus]
Tune what we have, yes, we bill dem quick
Niggas on the road, yes, we kill dem quick
Go to their funeral and find their girlfriend
Go back to their house and give them dick
Everybody knows Killa's heart's colder than dis
But Killaman feels old inna dis
He's been threatening the Killa with a .45
But when I got there, he was holding a spliff
[Verse 3]
Dis ah no cartoon ting like Jerry and Tom
Man better know what the Killaman's on
You don't know where the Killaman's from?
SW-TEC-9, Brixton
Where we have more gun, more bullet and bare friction
Likkle fool cyaan diss man
Gun in the mouth, spliff inna left hand
And you know say me gun nuh jam
So when Killaman tell a man shut up
Bwoy cyaan tell a man no, no
Shot ah go beat, beat
Bare shot ah go blow
Manaman ah get shanked from your head to your toe
Slug in your head from the end of the road
None of dem cyaan violate my code
Kill all ah dem from the young to the old, oh
[Chorus: Killa P]
Tune what we have, yes, we bill dem quick
Niggas on the road, yes, we kill dem quick
Go to their funeral and find their girlfriend
Go back to their house and give them dick
Everybody knows Killa's heart's colder than dis
But Killaman feels old inna dis
He's been threatening the Killa with a .45
But when I got there, he was holding a spliff
