[Chorus: Killa P]
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
[Verse 1: Killa P]
Mi have 'nuff ting fi sort out
But inna dis war, mi nuh have a bloodclaat ting fi talk 'bout
Hear yuh mumma bawl out, "Don't kill mi son"
That mi hear yuh mumma, she ah bawl out
Weh di bitch ah bawl 'bout?
You can cry wid your hand pon your head
Till your whole wig and your two front teeth fall out
And some brand new gunman ah buss
Yo, Jammer, quickly shoot di front room wall out
Ah some pussyhole fi know seh Killaman name you no fi call out
Gunshot buss and mek your headtop fall out
One man diss mi? Now you'll see how the whole ah mi Cemetery Warriors dem ah crawl out
Pon you and your stinking friends and your ends
That's why di gun dem bark out
Mi have 'nuff ting fi sort out
[Chorus: Killa P]
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
[Verse 2: Jammer]
Murder
Worries and problems
Boy better know that I roll with a burner
I got the big strap that you ain't heard of
And a man will get bun like burger
So don't stunt with your bunsen burner
On a eediat ting, you will get shot
Immediate ting, 'round 'ere, it's not no lenient ting
Man wanna talk on the mic on a strap man ting
Don't think it's a Batman ting, 'cause I'm under the [?] like a black [?]
Eat me, no, it's not a Pac-Man ting
'Round 'ere, it's not a jack man ting
Cah I eat my food on a fat man ting
My strap will make a badman sing
[Chorus: Killa P]
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
[Verse 3: D-Power Diesle]
Yo, I roll out one up, I'm the real soldier
Eskiboy, soldier, D-Power, soldier
Jahmek the World and grime scene soldier
Come against me, I spin your whole team over
Look, you can be the ultimate warrior
Fuck that, I'll be the ultimate bodier
Violate man, straight away I will body ya
Look, I'm a leader, fam, you're a follower
It's all a walk in the park like Hollowman
And them idle threats don't bother man
If you ain't part of the camp, don't holla man
Diss me, I will four fifth scholar man
Stick in my hand like a African warrior
You dun know I'm a A class courier
Brand new iPhone, brand new Nokia
Man wanna hype just 'cause man stop ya
[Chorus: Killa P & God's Gift]
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin' (Gift)
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
[Verse 4: God's Gift]
The war is on
We rollin' up, so dem deh now have nuttin'
Fi press di trigger, corn dis neek, I nah go press no button
Gunshot beat a bwoy like mutton
Bwoy die over nuttin'
Den dem mumma bawl
And seh "[?]"
But what you wan' mi fi do, fi supm happenin'?
Becah him will never shot ting, and you will not shot mi
And him will ah try trap mi
But mi strap, so no pussyhole can't stop mi
But dem bwoy wan' slap mi, cah mi gi' dem girls back and cyaan mek dem wan' knock mi
No, dem nah stop chat mi
Know mi 'ere, so dem wan' one shot mi, but
[Chorus: Killa P]
The war is on, we're rollin' out
It's nuttin'
Cah we know di warriors will sort dem out
