Jamrock

Out in the street, they call it murder 
(Fuck D-Block) 

Verse 1 
Tony Yayo: 
Guns a place up 
Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob 
One false move you get spread out 
I'm in dat Range truck 
Timmy got me fuckin' blinged up 
Last year I was broke now my wings up 
I put dat work in 
Nigga you not my bredren 
44 Mac when I'm lurkin' 
Homie its murder 
Yayo is a clip inserta 
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar 
Homie I'm gangsta 
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta 
I come through the Bronx and I spank ya 
I smoke dat ganja 
Rollin' shotgun with Baja 
3-5-7 revolver 
(Bo-Bo) 
G-Unit's da place we ride for the cause 
We gettin' money bredren get y'alls 
We play yo' ass homeboy you better think 
We the ones dat took the Murder out the Inc. 

Out in the streets, they call it murder 

Verse 2 
Jr. Gong: 
Welcome to jamrock 
Camp where di thugs dem camp at 
Two pounds a weed inna van back 
It inna yuh handbag 
Yuh knapsack it inna yuh backpack 
The smell a give yuh girlfriend contact 
Some boy nuh notice 
Dem only come around like tourist 
On the beach wit' a few club sodas 
Bedtime stories 
And pose like they name Chuck Norris 
And don't know da real hardcore cuz sandals a now back too 
Di thugs dem weh do what they got do 
And won't think twice to shot you 
Don't make dem spot you 
Unless you carry guns a lot too 
A pure tuff tings come at you 
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic 
Den dem reel and pop off and dem start clap it 
When di pin file dung and it a beat drop it 
Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it 
Some seh dem a play boy or Playboy rabbit 
Funnyman a get drop like a bad habit 
Some nah bodda pose off if yuh don't have it 
Rastafari stands alone 

Hook: 
Welcome to jamrock 
Welcome to jamrock 
Out in the street, they call it murder 

Verse 2: 
Welcome to jamdown 
Poor people a dead at random 
Political violence can done 
Bare ghost and phantom 
Di youth dem get blind by stardom 
Now di King of Kings a call 
Ol' man to pickney 
So wave unnu hand if you with me 
To see the sufferation sick me 
Dem suit no fit me 
To win election dem trick we 
Den dem don't do nutting at all 
Come on let's face it 
A ghetto education's basic 
And most of di youth dem waste it 
And when dem waste it 
Dat's when dem take the guns replace it 
And dem don't stand a chance at all 
And dat's why enough likkle youth have up some fat 'matic 
With di extra magazine inna dem back pocket 
And a flee to nighttime inna some black jacket 
All who nah lock glocks seh dem a lock rocket 
Den will fill you up with current like a short circuit 
Dem a run a court block which part the cops block it 
And from noon 'til a mornin' no stop clock it 
If dem run outta rounds a brought back ratchet 

Chorus: 
Welcome to jamrock (Southside Northside) 
Welcome to jamrock (Eastcoast Westcoast) 
Welcome to jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex, hey) 
Welcome to jamrock 
Out in the streets they call it murder 

Jamaica Jamaica 
Jamaica Jamaica, now 
Jamaica Jamaica, yo 
Jamaica Jamaica 

Welcome to jamrock