War

Lyrics

[Intro: Killa P] Mmm Bumbaclart ah wan' duppy walk man gone pon nuh inna no dat They didn't know know say ah one bag of bloodclart hungry darg dem round the corner deh shoot Mmm Yo, Langrish Pull out the bloodclart ER15 hand dem What more can a killa say? Any bwoy diss me, dan dies today [Verse 1: Killa P] Connect, connect, connect, connect, come, come Bwoy can't diss man ah London [?] any bwoy diss Killa P? Chop off him head, send that shit to Hong Kong Killa, mi run the city of London Fi find bumbahole, badman no need Tom-Tom Brixton me born and grow inna London Bwoy ah go dead from mi have gun inna hand Mi love my life so no bwoy can't tek that Money out on road so mi mek that Bwoy disrespect me, you will regret that Shot inna face run through the whole of your headback Real [?] can't heal Hope it understand, bwoy fi set back Before mi mek your mumma stand up inna jet black Real [?] [Chorus: Killa P] The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna car [Break: Killa P] Bumbaclart ah wan' duppy walk man gone pon nuh inna no dat Ah we ah talk 'bout, dargy? They didn't know know say ah one bag of bloodclart hungry darg dem round the corner deh shoot Mmm [?] Yeah, man Inna these times, man haffi know themself inna shotta Mad [Verse 2: Killa P] [?] a likkle more None of dem cyan diss Killa pon tour Kill 43 inna di music scene Word, soundbwoy, you wan' mek 44 And you dun know me ah go kill 40 more But me ah go start here with the four-door Any bwoy sitting down in the four-door Get four more shots from the big 44 We nuh tek call from dem no more Wickedest ting when I'm on tour If I say "skeng", then I say "leng" Then I don't really have to say no more Or fuck that, what more can a killa say? No joke ting, I'm going on a wave Any bwoy diss me, dan dies today I'll make sure your head flies away, waste [Verse 3: Killa P] Connect, connect, connect, connect, come, come Bwoy can't diss man ah London [?] any bwoy diss Killa P? Chop off him head, send that shit to Hong Kong Killa, mi run the city of London Fi find bumbahole, badman no need Tom-Tom Brixton me born and grow inna London Bwoy ah go dead from mi have gun inna hand Mi love my life so no bwoy can't tek that Money out on road so mi mek that Bwoy disrespect me, you will regret that Shot inna face run through the whole of your headback Real [?] can't heal Hope it understand, bwoy fi set back Before mi mek your mumma stand up inna jet black Real [?] [Chorus: Killa P] Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna The jungle Jesus Killaman's got new and improved inna war Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna car [Outro: Killa P] We ah step pon the whole of them bumbaclart 2017, dem nuh know wah gwan?