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killa'z army - which one? lyrics

[intro]
right now, me ah gon’ play tune, k!ll some soundbwoy
send on di tune
all ready for war, seh war
sound fi dem

[chorus: k!lla 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 suntanned
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, b00bap, balala, clap one

[verse 1: irah]
light him up like lava
and write me name like mi adidja palmer
real gunman, single farda, pull up di mic like llama
brixton born and me gully as gaza
shot bwoy dead in front of dem farda
shotgun fat but di handgun marga
dem bwoy nuh buss nada
k!lla get a handgun long like [?]
we nuh spare uncle, we nuh spare farda
we don’t wear gucci, we don’t wear prada
bare black tracky like skeppy, don dada
b00bap, nuh inna a ting [?]
rise up di real rusty llama
’cause k!lla bullet dem fat like draws are
nine milli’s short but di snub nose shorter
ayy, brixton [?]
big up to danny, man are real don dada
guide and govern the ting like [?]
line up a nine fi shot di informer
nuh man can’t diss long range pon di corner
kuff kuff kuff, di climate get warmer
bwoy hear the gun like strong marijuana
you mad? nuh man can’t diss k!lla either
boop once they’ve crossed di border, b00bap

[chorus: k!lla p & irah]
which one ah dem? which one ah dem? which one
wan’ diss a yout from brixton?
don’t wan’ your skin get suntanned
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, b00bap, balala, clap one

[verse 2: k!lla p]
connect, connect, connect, connect, con, con
bwoy can’t diss me or london
one-on-a-one, don, any bwoy diss k!lla p?
chop off him head, send that sh-t to hong kong
k!lla, me run the city named london
fi find bumbahole, badman nuh need tom-tom
brixton, me born and grow inna london
bwoy ah go dead, have gun inna hand
me love my life so no bwoy cyaan tek that
money out on road so me mek that
any bwoy disrespect me will re-regret that
shot inna your face run through the whole of your neckback
real blue steel [?]
hope you tell a soundbwoy fi step back
before me make your mooma stand up inna jet black
real bl-bl-blue steelist
well, none ah dem [?]
me will slap out your headback with some lead shot
you and your likkle friend dem dead back
we murder people we make jet black
we nuh tek talk, we nuh tek chat
from any soundbwoy pon any block
could have been a nine mil, could have been glock
everybody’s p-ssed now k!llaman’s back

[verse 3: long range]
see dem ah gwan like dem are ninja
and 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 are badman, some man are tender
dem get shook when me enter
who’s coming for the crown? there’s no contender
dem ah run and surrender, and me nuh
wait for dis ting, me nuh wait for december
k!ll a bwoy inna september
him done with the mic and won’t tun presenter
boy ah get dismember
dem nuh wan’ me fi lose my temper
so i left gunshot inna dem centre
try twist we up, mix we up like blender
[?]
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 [?]
ah real gun me buss, main road or the alley
see the bad mind, dem ah move pally
but dem nuh fi ramp with [?]

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