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FooR x Killa P x Irah x Long Range - Black Bandana (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killa P
Killa P
Performer
IRAH
IRAH
Performer
Long Range
Long Range
Performer
Gavin Foord
Gavin Foord
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Foord
Gavin Foord
Songwriter
John Pitts
John Pitts
Songwriter
Paul Atkinson
Paul Atkinson
Songwriter
David Wiggins
David Wiggins
Songwriter

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Patrick Nathaniel Knight, David Wiggins, Paul Christopher Atkinson, John Pitts, Gavin James Foord, Long Range, Irah Irah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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