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    Out in the streets, they call it murder!

    [Verse 1]
    Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
    Two pounds a weed inna van bag
    It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
    The smell a give your girlfriend contact
    Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
    On the beach with a few club sodas
    Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
    And they don't know the real hardcore
    Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
    And won't think twice to shoot you
    Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
    A pure tuff things come at you
    When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
    Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
    With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
    Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
    Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
    babilonia get dropped like a bad habit
    So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
    Rastafari stands alone!

    Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
    Out in the streets, they call it murder!

    [Verse 2]
    Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random
    Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
    theem get blind by stardom
    Now the Kings Of Kings a call
    Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me
    To see the sufferation sicken me
    Them suit no fit me, to win election they trick we
    And they don't do nuttin at all
    Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
    A most a the youths them waste it
    And when they waste it, that's when they take the guns and replace it
    Then them don't stand a chance at all
    And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
    With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
    And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
    All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
    Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
    Them a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
    And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
    If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

    Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
    Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
    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, Welcome to Jamrock

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