No Retreat

[Intro: Toyon]

Yo me name Toyon alongside all of me Ninjaz dem

What we look and tell dem say

[Chorus: Toyon]

Well if a war we nah gon' go

Nuff guy we dead if they want a shootout

Well if a war, Toyon, me nah retreat

Before ya see me

[Toyon]

Aiyo look, before ya diss Toyon, ya betta sink hard

We are pro-violence, shoot ya never in heart

Disrespect me and know the war start

Somebody big hit, boy, be cut over not

[Raw]

Yo start swingin' that wild shit, uppercut to the chin

Got you stonin', spittin' blood while you tumblin'

Got peeps to drop the fuck out

Ya seconds away from gettin' knocked the fuck out

And ya eyes bleedin', never been breathin', no longer bobbin' and weavin'

Tryin' to throw a low blow, ya opcipital, here comes the T.K.O.

Tell ya kids to roll, snitches where ya arms are?

Stop tellin' bro' to fight ours, I cut ya right arm

Put a left to ya neck, and you gaspin' and shit

Just got yo' ass kicked, gotta give me my respect

Gotta give me my cheque

[5 Foot Hyper Sniper]

My .380 blast niggaz, see a trade, nigga

Semi-automatic shotgun, nigga

Retract it, open up his casket, goodbye to ya nigga

My nine tragedy to niggaz like 4-5's

Hit average niggaz, savage niggaz

Rhyme to crack the niggaz, heart to heart niggaz

Nothin' soft about a Ninja on the streets

I rip niggaz apart, niggaz now move sweet

[Chorus x2: Toyon]

Well if a war we nah gon' go

Nuff guy we dead if they want a shootout

Well if a war, Ninjaz, we nah retreat

Before ya see me

[Hook: Toyon]

Allow me Ninjaz ina de place and know fi lift it up

Yo one fling, dazzle, we have to lift it up

Ya body long, dazzle, have fi wine up

Mr. Toyon on the mic me get the good guff

[Popa Chief]

Yo, I bury MC's like Dirt Dog, to the bone

The biggest homes, to the poems, to tastes like styrofoam

Court jesters never get to sit on thrones

Popa Chief the widowmaker, ya baby-daddy ain't comin' home

Pretty boy's voice sings, puppet masters work the strings

With no lane trigger, how you claim the king?

Unmeasureable joy I bring to the function

How you gon' be fly with two broken wings?

Niggaz with no stripes, jaws stay tight

Planned on taken me out? Ya better take flight

Never be Blakk enough to test my Tann

Silly man, ya rather take a bath in quicksand

Never worry, last cat got bodied and buried

Too much pressure on him and jumpshot hurried

I slipped and dipped, bust his lip when I flurried

With all the fixings Kamikaze left him curried

Then slam dunked the punk, huffed the tree trunk

Rocked the hat of the dunce, once, little nappy cunt

Fourth down situation, we never punks

Huh, cocked the homeruns off bunts

[Chorus: Toyon]

Well if a war we nah gon' go

Nuff guy we dead if they want a shootout

Well if a watch Toyon me nah retreat

Before ya see me

[Toyon]

Aiyo, me say who no listen to me?

Me have a little style, see me name Toyon and me's a mic MC

So boy, follow me now, nah wan' hear me now stylin'

And me now Jimmy born and me move from Jersey

Me move from there so when me was a baby and

Gun ya so, yes we do it, you'll see a

All me Ninjaz dem a back me

[Hook: Toyon]

All of me Ninjaz ina de place and know fi lift it up

We a gunslingaz and know fi lift it up

We a nice Ninjaz and know fi shot nuff

See ya body long gal, know fi wine up

When we there 'pon di mic me get di lyrics nuff

When mi there 'pon di dance me get di dance nuff

With di long gal me no fi stop, truth

With di long gal me no fi stop, truth

And the Zu come mark it 'pon me flute

[Outro: Raw (Toyon)]

'9-9, nigga, 2000, beyond

(Yeah, a mi say Toyon, alongside di boy dem

Mr. Irie dem, 'longside pure fire

Can't forget Popa Chief dem

And anyway, also ya can't forget Mr. Toyon

The Ninjaz..)