Real Killa (No Chorus)

Real Killa (No Chorus)

Real Killa (No Chorus)

[Intro:][Intro:]
Damn rightFool dat
Stephen, that's it, that's it, that's itStephen dats it dats it dats it
I’m killing them without even a chorusMi ah kill dem widout even ah chorus
These fools be killing' [yo]Niggas be killin' [yow]
Aaaaye, what happened to them?Aaaaye ah wah happen to dem
Warn them, StephenWarn dem innu Stephen
'Cause I'm evilBecaa mi evil
They're dead, they're deadDead dem dead
What happened to them?Wah happen to dem

[Verse 1:][Verse 1:]
They’re tracing like DeniseDem tracin like Denise
But when I squeeze the rifleBut when mi rifle squeeze
That boy's frozen, he’s on freezeBwoy deh pon di freeza ah freeze
Let it rip until it breezesBuss di special till it breeze
Gangsters don’t take no leaveGangsta nuh tek nuh leave
Rifle shots bite them like beesRifle shot ah bite dem like bees

With their one bag of lip, like a lipstick warWid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war
Bite on my name, like a biscuit warBite pon mi name, like ah biscuit war
Hey punk, let me tell you, this ain't a kids' warAy fag tell you frag this is not kids war
Run up on my gun, boy’s face on tar [see it]Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar [seet]
Now the boys are panickingNow di bwoy dem panicking
'Cause they ain't shot a soul, they only kill mannequinsCaa dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin
First head pops, he’s vomitingDi fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and he’s vanishingUnknown rifle clap and him vanishing

If you don’t know nothing about a real killaIf yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Let me tell you something about a real killaMek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa
Real killa, a lot of chatting, I don’t read inReal killa bagga chattin mi nuh read inna
My dogs are hungry and they want real dinnerMi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner
If you don’t know nothing about a real killaIf yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Let me tell you something about a real killaMek mi tell yuh something bout real killa
Head drops off and spins like a wheel inHead drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna
Rifle busts through your shield inRifle buss thru yuh shield inna

[Verse 2:][Verse 2:]
Your friends are your pallbearers, so they’ll bring your casketYuh fren dem ah yuh pall bearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket
Put the body in the spot right where the box keepsPut di body ah di spot right where di box keep
Park the Chinese K, the Russian chopstickPark di Chiney K di Russian chopstick
Blood runs out of the boy like when that girl’s sickBlood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
No chorus, I’m just sitting, I’m just sittingNuh chorus Ah bere sittin, ah bere sittin
Aye, I’m paying, I’m not playing, sittingAye Ah pay sittin, ah nuh play sittin
Stephen, play the rhythm, don’t delay, sittingStephen play di riddim nuh delay sittin
Long time Jamaica hasn’t heard me slay, sittingLong time Jamaica nuh hear mi slay sittin
Run up on my gun, with the ghost bat behind youRun up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh
Stuck in a copper and he’s stuck in a copper tooStuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to
Black blunt rises and bleaches out head blacker tooBlack blunt rise n bleach out head blacker to
Rifle rises and kicks them like soccer tooRifle rise and kick dem like soccer to
The Gully Gad and there ain't no damn other tooDi Gully Gad n there ain't no damn other to
And motherfucker, don’t tell me about your mother tooAnd motherfcuker don't tell mi bout yuh madda to
I’m so mad I’ll murder your brother tooI'm so mad I'll murder yuh bredda to
You’re tracing like Dawn and Ava tooYuh tracin like Dawn and Ava to

If you don’t know nothing about real, real, real blue steelIf yuh don't know nuttin bout real, real, real blue steel
I’m not talking no cartwheelMi naa talk nuh cart wheel
Bumhole head spins like my van wheelBumbohole head spin like mi van wheel

If you don’t know a real killaIf yuh don't know real killa
Let me tell you about a real killaMek mi tell yuh bout real killa
Real killa, a lot of lip, I don’t read inReal killa bagga lippin mi nuh read inna
Stephen!Stephen!

[Verse 3:][Verse 3:]
Stephen, I sent for youStephen ah mi yuh send fa
That’s where the bumhole’s life just ends forAh dat di bumbohole dem life jus end fa
In a war, I get ten out of ten forInna war ah it mi get ten outta ten fa
I’m mentally crazy, rememberI'm mentally crazy remember
Mad!Mad!
What the bumboclaat do to them?Weh di bumboclaat do dem
Are they mad like me? Are they mad like me?Dem mad like mi? Dem mad like mi?

When I say sick, I’m not talking sick for publicWen mi seh sick mi naa talk sick fi public
I’m talking, I’m not even talking mentally sickMi ah talk, mi nuh even ah talk mentally sick
I was born sickMi born sick
Boy starts my gun, never sticksBwoy start mi gun neva stick
Those boys just lipDem bwoy jus ah lip
I don’t even have to use my gun, I’ll use an ice pickMi naa haffi use mi gun mi wi use ice pick

So if you don’t know nothing about a real killaSo if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa
Don’t...Don't