Black Bandana

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

When we ah shoot, ah nuh camera

Bassline beat and a ballalalla

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 bomboclaat diss man

Dem dead, Killa don't response

Plus dem know say the Killa's from Brixton

When we ah shoot, ah nuh camera

Bassline beat and a ballalalla

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, mi 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 mi? Know you'll see how di 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

We nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout

Black bandana, bandana, bandana, bandana

And when we roll out inna black bandana

Black bandana, bandana, bandana, bandana

When we ah shoot, ah nuh camera

Bassline beat and a ballalalla

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 ketch badman face

Sniper from a long distance, midday

Not Call of Duty, man ah play

RPG, handgun and grenade

Just dash one when we wan' clear out space

Know say that man are badbwoy any day

And we nuh tek chat or tump inna face

.50 calibre shot inna face

See the gun weh mi have? Cyaan carry pon waist

Real gunman, mi 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 ah we babylon dem cyaan regulate

When bassline start all we can't run 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 bass, come, wi go dung there

When my war start, ah instant warfare

I love do infrared, bulletproof cyaan wait

Dem same bwoy dere, say dem wan' war mi

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 bloodclaat flea

Informer tark? Dem nuh interest badman

.357 and .44 Magnum

Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one

Never lef the machine

When we ah shoot, ah nuh camera (Bakai)

Bassline beat and a ballalalla (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 bomboclaat diss man

Dem dead, Killa don't response

Plus dem know say the Killa's from Brixton

When we ah shoot, ah nuh camera (Boobap)

Bassline beat and a ballalalla (ballalalla)

We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long

Roll out inna black bandana (Jook-jook-jook)

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!