Out in the street, they call it murder

(Fuck D-Block)



Verse 1

Tony Yayo:

PUT YO HANDS UP

Gimme dat CHAIN 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