Real Born Killa

Intro
Yow weh dem a she, war ting? Arite. All machine rise!!!

Intro 2
 (Background) Load it, crank up, aim and buss it.
Skill to Kill mentally ill,
yuh know dis is Murf Pon de turf representing
di Skill To Kill Kru

Chorus
Yuh dun know she dat man a real born killa
 Fi yuh gun big but fi mi own bigga
Blood a go spill anytime mi press di trigga
 Di teflon an’ pumpi a buss off yuh liva
 Yuh dun know she dat man a real born killa
Fi yuh gun big but fi mi own bigga
 Blood a go spill anytime mi press di trigga
 Mack eleven a go buss off yuh liva

 Verse 1
 Mi got: AK; Magnum; Rifle; Shotgun
 One inna yuh chest-plate lef yuh wid a flat lung
Mawga gun; fat gun; brown gun; black gun
 Di shot weh mi buss, nuh vest cyaa stop none
 Mi lock nuff endz, yuh wish yuh could a lock some
Yuh start di war, bring it on don’t back dung
 Mi neva yet drop gun, not even when di shot done
Play wid fire, yuh get na hot bun

 Chorus

 Verse 2
 It nuh mek nuh sense yuh buy nuh flap jacket
 Cause di shot weh mi mi buss, nuh vest cyaa stop it
 AK pon mi back! Nine in ma pocket
 Clip affi empty before mi feel like fi drop it
 Wen war a gwaan, mi fling grenade, launch rocket
 Downtown compound, a Skill T o Kill lock it
Wen badman pass thru, any ting move we shot it
 Mark up yuh face wid a ratchick

Chorus

 (Background) Load it, crank up, aim and buss it.
(Talks)
 Heavy Artillery!

Verse 3
 Rocket launchers and bombs, guns and ammos
Pare fatal weapons, knife hardly pop out
If yuh diss badman, yuh brains a get shot out
Wen yuh feel di teflon yuh a drop out.
Cyaa push foot over if yuh diss di flex
Shot yuh head offa yuh shoulder, put a coppa to yuh neck
She yuh cold but mi colder so if yuh get mi vex
Like a soldier, mi show yuh how di ting set

chorus x2