[Intro]
Right now, mi ah gon' play tune, kill some soundbwoy
Send on di tune
All ready for war, seh war
Sound fi dem
[Chorus: Killa P & IRAH]
Check, which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
Don't wan' your skin get suntan
Dun know seh we ah di gunman
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
.357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one
[Verse 1: IRAH]
Line him up like barber
IRAH mi name, ah no Adidja Palmer
Real gunman, single farda, bun up di mic like lava
Brixton born, ah nuh gully or Gaza
Shot bwoy dead in front of dem farda
Shotgun fat but di handgun marga
Dem bwoy nah buss nada
Killa get a handgun long like Lalah
We nuh spare uncle, we nuh spare farda
We nuh wear Gucci, we nuh wear Prada
Bare black tracky like Skeppy, don dada
Boobap, 9 or 10 weh you rather?
Rise up di real rusty Llama
Cop killer bullet dem fat like Gaza
9 milli's short but di snub nose shorter
Ayy, Brixton, Tottenham, Gaza, one order
Big up the donny, man, the real don dada
Guide and govern the ting like Jarga
Line up a 9 fi shot di informer
Nuh man can't diss Long Range pon di corner
Kuff, kuff, kuff, di corner get warmer
Bwoy ah go bun like strong marijuana
You mad? Nuh man can't diss Killa order
Put gunshot 'cross wi border, boobap
[Chorus: Killa P & IRAH]
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
Don't wan' your skin get suntan
Dun know seh we ah di gunman
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
.357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one
[Verse 2: Killa P]
Connect, connect, connect, connect, con, con
Bwoy can't diss me or London
One order, one don, any bwoy diss Killa P?
Chop off him head, send that shit to Hong Kong
Killa, mi run di city named London
Fi find bombohole, badman nuh need Tom-Tom
Brixton, mi born and grow inna London
Bwoy ah go dead, have gun inna hand
Mi love my life so no bwoy cyaan tek that
Money out on road so mi mek that
Any bwoy disrespect mi will re-regret that
Shot inna your face run tru the whole of your neckback
Real blue steel, Teflon weh cyaan heal
Hope you tell a soundbwoy fi step back
Before mi mek yuh mumma stand up inna jet black
Real bl-bl-blue steelist
Well, none ah dem cyaan gi' Killa no death chat
Mi will slap out your headback with some lead shot
You and your likkle friend dem dead back
Mi murder people when wear jet black
Mi nuh tek talk, mi nuh tek chat
From any soundbwoy pon any block
Could have been a 9 mil, could have been Glock
Everybody's pissed now Killaman's back
[Chorus: Killa P & IRAH]
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
Don't wan' your skin get suntan
Dun know seh we ah di gunman
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
.357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one
[Verse 3: Long Range]
See dem ah gwan like dem are ninja
Ah my progress, dem try fi hinder
See dem ah try send threat, last time I checked
Some man tried fi tun jazz singer
Dem man nah badman, some man are tender
Dem get shook when mi enter
Who's coming for the crown? There's no contender
Dem ah run and surrender, and mi nuh
Wait for dis ting, mi nuh wait for December
Kill a bwoy inna September
Him done with the mic and wan' tun presenter
Bwoy ah get dismember
Dem nuh wan' mi fi lose my temper
So I left gunshot inna dem centre
Try twist we up, mix we up like blender
I know me dem ah censor
And, dem fi know we nuh smoke no baccy
So man ah smoke someting wacky
See me pon di war ting like an Iraqi
They wanna war but dem are done like Zacky
Nuh carry no BB like likkle [?]
Ah real gun mi buss, main road or the alley
See the bad mind, dem ah move pally
But dem nuh fi ramp with we or [?]
[Chorus: Killa P & IRAH]
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
Don't wan' your skin get suntan
Dun know seh we ah di gunman
Which one ah dem? Which one ah dem? Which one
Wan' diss a yout from Brixton?
.357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one