Real Killa (No Chorus)
[Intro:]
Fool dat
Stephen dats it dats it dats it
Mi ah kill dem widout even ah chorus
Niggas be killin' [yow]
Aaaaye ah wah happen to dem
Warn dem innu Stephen
Becaa mi evil
Dead dem dead
Wah happen to dem
[Verse 1:]
Dem tracin like Denise
But when mi rifle squeeze
Bwoy deh pon di freeza ah freeze
Buss di special till it breeze
Gangsta nuh tek nuh leave
Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees
Wid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war
Bite pon mi name, like ah biscuit war
Ay fag tell you frag this is not kids war
Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar [seet]
Now di bwoy dem panicking
Caa dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin
Di fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing
If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Mek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa
Real killa bagga chattin mi nuh read inna
Mi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner
If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Mek mi tell yuh something bout real killa
Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna
Rifle buss thru yuh shield inna
[Verse 2:]
Yuh fren dem ah yuh pall bearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket
Put di body ah di spot right where di box keep
Park di Chiney K di Russian chopstick
Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
Nuh chorus Ah bere sittin, ah bere sittin
Aye Ah pay sittin, ah nuh play sittin
Stephen play di riddim nuh delay sittin
Long time Jamaica nuh hear mi slay sittin
Run up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh
Stuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to
Black blunt rise n bleach out head blacker to
Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer to
Di Gully Gad n there ain't no damn other to
And motherfcuker don't tell mi bout yuh madda to
I'm so mad I'll murder yuh bredda to
Yuh tracin like Dawn and Ava to
If yuh don't know nuttin bout real, real, real blue steel
Mi naa talk nuh cart wheel
Bumbohole head spin like mi van wheel
If yuh don't know real killa
Mek mi tell yuh bout real killa
Real killa bagga lippin mi nuh read inna
Stephen!
[Verse 3:]
Stephen ah mi yuh send fa
Ah dat di bumbohole dem life jus end fa
Inna war ah it mi get ten outta ten fa
I'm mentally crazy remember
Mad!
Weh di bumboclaat do dem
Dem mad like mi? Dem mad like mi?
Wen mi seh sick mi naa talk sick fi public
Mi ah talk, mi nuh even ah talk mentally sick
Mi born sick
Bwoy start mi gun neva stick
Dem bwoy jus ah lip
Mi naa haffi use mi gun mi wi use ice pick
So if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa
Don't
Real Killa (No Chorus)
[Intro:]
Damn right
Stephen, that's it, that's it, that's it
I’m killing them without even a chorus
These fools be killing' [yo]
Aaaaye, what happened to them?
Warn them, Stephen
'Cause I'm evil
They're dead, they're dead
What happened to them?
[Verse 1:]
They’re tracing like Denise
But when I squeeze the rifle
That boy's frozen, he’s on freeze
Let it rip until it breezes
Gangsters don’t take no leave
Rifle shots bite them like bees
With their one bag of lip, like a lipstick war
Bite on my name, like a biscuit war
Hey punk, let me tell you, this ain't a kids' war
Run up on my gun, boy’s face on tar [see it]
Now the boys are panicking
'Cause they ain't shot a soul, they only kill mannequins
First head pops, he’s vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and he’s vanishing
If you don’t know nothing about a real killa
Let me tell you something about a real killa
Real killa, a lot of chatting, I don’t read in
My dogs are hungry and they want real dinner
If you don’t know nothing about a real killa
Let me tell you something about a real killa
Head drops off and spins like a wheel in
Rifle busts through your shield in
[Verse 2:]
Your friends are your pallbearers, so they’ll bring your casket
Put the body in the spot right where the box keeps
Park the Chinese K, the Russian chopstick
Blood runs out of the boy like when that girl’s sick
No chorus, I’m just sitting, I’m just sitting
Aye, I’m paying, I’m not playing, sitting
Stephen, play the rhythm, don’t delay, sitting
Long time Jamaica hasn’t heard me slay, sitting
Run up on my gun, with the ghost bat behind you
Stuck in a copper and he’s stuck in a copper too
Black blunt rises and bleaches out head blacker too
Rifle rises and kicks them like soccer too
The Gully Gad and there ain't no damn other too
And motherfucker, don’t tell me about your mother too
I’m so mad I’ll murder your brother too
You’re tracing like Dawn and Ava too
If you don’t know nothing about real, real, real blue steel
I’m not talking no cartwheel
Bumhole head spins like my van wheel
If you don’t know a real killa
Let me tell you about a real killa
Real killa, a lot of lip, I don’t read in
Stephen!
[Verse 3:]
Stephen, I sent for you
That’s where the bumhole’s life just ends for
In a war, I get ten out of ten for
I’m mentally crazy, remember
Mad!
What the bumboclaat do to them?
Are they mad like me? Are they mad like me?
When I say sick, I’m not talking sick for public
I’m talking, I’m not even talking mentally sick
I was born sick
Boy starts my gun, never sticks
Those boys just lip
I don’t even have to use my gun, I’ll use an ice pick
So if you don’t know nothing about a real killa
Don’t...