Camp whe' te thugs dem

camp at two pound a weed

inna van back. It inna yuh

handbag, yuh nap sack.

It inna yuh back pack. The

smell a give ya girlfriend

contact. Some bwoy nuh

know dis. Dem only come

around like tourist.

On the beach with a few

club sodas.

A bedtime stories

and pose like dem name

Chuck Norris.

And don't know the real

hardcore cause sandals a

no back-to di thugs. Dem

wi' do whe' dem got to.

And won't think twice to

shot you. Don't mek dem

spot you unless you carry

guns a lot too.

A bear tuff thing come at

you when trenchtown man

stop laugh and block

off traffic.

Den dem wheel and

pop-off and dem start

clap it with the pin file

dow and it a beat rapid.

Police come inna jeep an'

dem can't stop it. Some

say dem a Playboy a

Playboy a rabbit.

Get drop like a bad habit.

So no bother pose tuff if

you don't have it.

Rastafari stands alone!

Welcome to Jamdown.

Where people are dead at

random. Political violence

scandal.

Pure ghosts and Phantom.

The youth dem get

blind by stardom.

Now the king of kings a

call old man to pickney.

So wave unno hand if you

with me.

To see the sufferation

sick me. Dem suit nah

fit me. To win election

dem trick me.

Den dem don't do nothing

at all. Come on let's face

it. Aghetto education's

basic. And most of the

youths dem waste it.

And when dem waste it,

that's when dem tek the

guns, replace it.

Then dem don't stand a

chance at all!

And that's why a nuff little

youth have some fat.

With the extra inna dem

back pocket.

And a bleach at night time

inna some black jacket.

All who nah lock say

dem a lock rocket.

Dem wi' full you up a

current like a shock

socket. Dem wi' run a

road block which part

the cop block it.

And from now till a

morning nuh stop block

it. If dem run outta rounds

a bruk back ratchet.

South side, North side

East Coast, West Coast

ha yow!

Cornwal, Middlesex and

Surrey. Ya'll eh!