Lyrics
Hah (Hah)
Heyo, yallow, level (Dem bwoy yah fi know Warlord nuh care)
Let dem know, the best of business in the mind of business (Mi nuh care, if unnu dare)
Is to mind yuh own business, and make other people business have nothing to do wid yuh business (Unnu head ago drop some weh out inna di atmosphere)
That's business (I swear)
Warlord nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi wull di peace, and war buss inna mi head
Mi just decide fi rub out from A down to zed
Betweenie Man, yuh mek yuh grammy get to yuh head
Mi nuh business, di whole a dem gone
Merciless, him dead a sting before di baby yawn
Come a put up resistance, but Ninja mek him balm
See it yah now, di war go get warm
Yallow
Kill who, yuh mad man? Beenie Man nuh bad, man
All who buy out war, defend it, now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat 'bout machine, yuh think a something weh sew
Guns dem save up from inna Vietnam
Mi slew dung to baby weh dem have inna pram
Mi gun name "No-show" rub out Lady Cham
Lexxus get poison 'cause him love fi nyam
Bruk Vegas jaw from dem ketch him wid di man
See one bagga bobo unda turban and tam
Approach dem neatly wid grenade and bomb
Drape up Sizzla, pop him outta him van, and seh
Mi nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi wull di peace, and war buss inna mi head
Mi just decide fi rub out from A down to zed
Betweenie Man go mek him grammy get to him head
Mi nuh business, di whole a dem gone
Merciless, him dead a sting before di baby yawn
Come a put up resistance, but Ninja mek him balm
See it yah now, di war go get warm
Level
Merciless, mi tell yuh, dat a twin fassyhole
A mi a di real king, but him a wash over gold
"Hey, yallow, hey, whaddup", a my style on a hold
Mek mi tell yuh now how Beenie Man cold
See Hawkeye a try and pirate di poor soul
Leff di yute fi jump off a JBC pole
Dat nuh wicked like mi shoes, much less di insole
Him a pirate, and di truth must be told
Him cyaa figot nobody song, him mussi Nat King Cole
Seh him nah stop deejay 'til him old
Mi gun have him a tap dance and rock and roll
War, mi a present dem bold, cold
Mi nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi wull di peace, and war buss inna mi head
Mi just decide fi rub out from A down to zed
Betweenie Man, yuh mek yuh grammy get to yuh head
Mi nuh business, everybody gone
Merciless, him dead a sting before di baby yawn
Come a put up resistance, but Ninja mek him balm
See it yah now, di war go get warm
Yallow
Chat 'bout mi wicked, how much mi badmind
Mi buy mi Honda, yuh buy one just like mine
Now, mi buy di Landcruiser wid di rims dem shine
Di bwoy tek up phone, call Mac D same time
Him borrow Willie and it deh pon di grapevine
Star a model inna people tings, don't look so fine
Fi trust and fi borrow is no thoughts of mine
Look how di old dog tun old swine, swine
Mi nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi wull di peace, and war buss inna mi head
Mi just decide fi rub out from A down to zed
Betweenie Man go mek him grammy get to him head
Mi nuh business, everybody gone
Merciless, him dead a sting before a baby yawn
Come a put up resistance, mi puppa mek him balm
See it yah now, di war go get warm
From top
Kill who, yuh mad man? Beenie Man nuh bad, man
All who buy out war, defend it, now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Mi chat 'bout machine, yuh think a something weh sew
Guns dem save up from inna Vietnam
Slew all di baby weh dem have inna pram
Mi gun name "No-show" rub out Lady Cham
Lexxsucks get poison, him love fi nyam
Bruk Gaygas jaw from dem ketch him wid di man
See one bagga bobo unda turban and tam
Approach dem neatly wid grenades and bomb
Drape up Sizzla, pop him outta him van, and seh
Mi nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi wull di peace, and war buss inna mi head
Yuh lookin' at di tuffest rassclaat Jamaican in di United States of America
I run shit, I kill for nutn', and I make lots of money and deal wid di business
Doh bring dat shit to mi, again
Yuh hear mi?
Written by: PRICE RODNEY BASIL