(Chorus)
Well dem know seh man a killer
Mi tell dem seh no gimmi no talk and dem still a
From 92 mi a lock the place and still a
Dem seh dem attire but most a dem a catapilla
Real war lord, yo know seh man a killer
Mi tell dem seh no gimmi no talk and dem still a
From 92 mi a lock the place and still a
Tour from the fans dem deh back a killer
(Verse 1)
Mi no haffi seh nothing
Because mi have the dawgs fi dweet
ANG weh dem deh when wi a walk the street
Things killer do some bwoy no haffi ask fi dweet
How much throat killer buss and take up off the street
Ask dem a Portmore and casava piece
Who a the real dawg weh show dem and dem dawgs fi eat
Now dem fly pass dem nest and burn off the beak
Bright light build dem coffin neat
Mi a the baddest unu seet
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Weh mi do fi Dancehall
Man like me deserve nuff
And a war lord, ground god, poor people governor
Full black dark glass, mi cross caw man a governor
Do road from mi young
Although shi gone mi still love mama
Real Rodney mi naw drop mi fame
Mi still have mi name and mi still a take plane
Money still a meck and I still inna mi chain
And mi still a do road and gyal still a gimmi brain
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
