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Damian Marley Lyrics

Jamrock (Remix) Lyrics

Out in the street, they call it murder
(F*ck D-Block)

Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
Guns a place up
Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread out
Iím in dat Range truck
Timmy got me f*ckiní blinged up
Last year I was broke now my wings up
I put dat work in
Nigga you not my bredren
44 Mac when Iím lurkiní
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie Iím gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through the Bronx and I spank ya
I smoke dat ganja
Rolliní shotgun with Baja
3-5-7 revolver
(Bo-Bo)
G-Unitís da place we ride for the cause
We gettiní money bredren get yíalls
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 wití a few club sodas
Bedtime stories
And pose like they name Chuck Norris
And donít know da real hardcore cuz sandals a now back too
Di thugs dem weh do what they got do
And wonít think twice to shot you
Donít 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 canít 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 donít 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
Olí 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 donít do nutting at all
Come on letís face it
A ghetto educationís basic
And most of di youth dem waste it
And when dem waste it
Datís when dem take the guns replace it
And dem donít stand a chance at all
And datís why enough likkle youth have up some fat Ďmatic
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 Ďtil a morniní 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

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