Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out Timmy got me fuckin' blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I sneak in ya crib like a burglar Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta I come through the Bronx and I spank ya Rollin' shotgun with Baja 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
Camp where di thugs dem camp at Two pounds a weed inna van back Yuh knapsack it inna yuh backpack Dem only come around like tourist On the beach wit' a few club sodas 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 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
Out in the street, they call it murder
Poor people a dead at random Political violence can done Di youth dem get blind by stardom Now di King of Kings a call So wave unnu hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me To win election dem trick we Den dem don't do nutting at all A ghetto education's basic