Låttexter: Mavado. Mr. Brooks ...a Better Tomorrow. Real Killer (no Chorus).

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[Intro:]
Fool dat
Stephen dats it dats it dats it
Mi ah kill dem widout even ah chorus
Niggas be killin' [yow]
Aaaaye ah wah happen to dem
Warn dem innu Stephen
Becaa mi evil
Dead dem dead
Wah happen to dem

[Verse 1:]
Dem tracin like Denise
But when mi rifle squeeze
Bwoy deh pon di freeza ah freeze
Buss di special till it breeze
Gangsta nuh tek nuh leave
Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees

Wid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war
Bite pon mi name, like ah biscuit war
Ay fag tell you frag this is not kids war
Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar [seet]
Now di bwoy dem panicking
Caa dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin
Di fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing

If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Mek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa
Real killa bagga chattin mi nuh read inna
Mi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner
If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa
Mek mi tell yuh something bout real killa
Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna
Rifle buss thru yuh shield inna

[Verse 2:]
Yuh fren dem ah yuh pall bearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket
Put di body ah di spot right where di box keep
Park di Chiney K di Russian chopstick
Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
Nuh chorus Ah bere sittin, ah bere sittin
Aye Ah pay sittin, ah nuh play sittin
Stephen play di riddim nuh delay sittin
Long time Jamaica nuh hear mi slay sittin
Run up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh
Stuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to
Black blunt rise n bleach out head blacker to
Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer to
Di Gully Gad n there ain't no damn other to
And motherfcuker don't tell mi bout yuh madda to
I'm so mad I'll murder yuh bredda to
Yuh tracin like Dawn and Ava to

If yuh don't know nuttin bout real, real, real blue steel
Mi naa talk nuh cart wheel
Bumbohole head spin like mi van wheel

If yuh don't know real killa
Mek mi tell yuh bout real killa
Real killa bagga lippin mi nuh read inna
Stephen!

[Verse 3:]
Stephen ah mi yuh send fa
Ah dat di bumbohole dem life jus end fa
Inna war ah it mi get ten outta ten fa
I'm mentally crazy remember
Mad!
Weh di bumboclaat do dem
Dem mad like mi? Dem mad like mi?

Wen mi seh sick mi naa talk sick fi public
Mi ah talk, mi nuh even ah talk mentally sick
Mi born sick
Bwoy start mi gun neva stick
Dem bwoy jus ah lip
Mi naa haffi use mi gun mi wi use ice pick

So if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa
Don't