Black Bandana - FooR, Killa P, IRAH

Black

Black

Black bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

When we ah shoot on the camera

Bassline beat and a balalala

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

No bwoy can’t bumbaclart diss man

Dem dead, Killa don’t response

Plus dem know say the Killa’s from Brixton

When we ah shoot on the camera

Bassline beat and a balalala

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana

When we roll out inna black bandana

Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner

Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda

And run, bax up your mother

Oh, we have 'nuff ting fi start out

Inna bassline, Killaman, me nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout

Hear your mooma bawl out

«No kill mi son», that be ah your mooma, she ah bawl out

Weh di bitch ah bawl 'bout?

Cyaan cry with your hand pon your head

Till your whole wig and your two front teeth fall out

Some brand new gunman ah buss

Yo, Irah, shoot di front room wall out

Some likkle man fi know

A Killaman name you nuh fi call out

Gunshot buss, headtop fall out

One man diss me?

Know you’ll see all

The whole of mi Cemetery Warriors dem ah crawl out

Pon you and your stinking friends and your ends

That’s why di gun dem bark out

We nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout

Black bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

Black bandana

When we ah shoot on the camera

Bassline beat and a balalala

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana

When we roll out inna black bandana

Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner

Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda

And run, bax up your mother, oh

Black bandana pon face

No CCTV ah catch badman face

Sniper from a long distance, midday

Not Call of Duty, man ah play

RPG, handgun and grenade

Just dash front room, we wan' clear out space

Know say that man are badbwoy any day

And we nuh tek chat or thump inna face

Fifty-calibre shot inna face

See the gun what me have?

Cyaan carry pon waist

Real gunman, me nuh miss when I aim

No shot inna sky, man fire it straight

Turn up ah di war, bulletproof vest

Dem vexed when bullet dem start penetrate

All police cyaan come pon di scene

'Cause a-we babylon dem cyaan regulate

When bassline start ah we clap gun weh

My gun long like di plane pon di runway

If a man wan' diss Killa pon Monday

A-gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday

Him have a big base, come, we go down there

When my bars start an instant warfare

A nuh do infrared, bulletproof can’t wait

Dem same bwoy dere say dem wan' war we

Send fi mi breddas or mi Killa gang Army

Hmm, 'bout dem wan' violate we?

Light up dem head like a Christmas tree

Brain ah go jump like bloodclart flea

Informer chat?

Dem nuh interest badman

357 and .44 Magnum

Beat it, boobap, ballalla, clap one

Never left the machine

When we ah shoot on the camera (buckeye)

Bassline beat and a balalala (yeah)

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

No bwoy can’t bumbaclart diss man

Dem dead, Killa don’t response

Plus dem know say the Killa’s from Brixton

When we ah shoot on the camera (boobap)

Bassline beat and a balalala (balalalala)

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana

When we roll out inna black bandana

Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner

Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda

And run, bax up your mother