| Fiyah Gun
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| The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
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| Capone leads to corrupt you wouldn’t stop in kingston
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| Every where there’s war
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| Keep your sniff and what’s on, what’s on (right)
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| Fiyah Gun
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| The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
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| Gun
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| Every day, life is a struggle for me
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| If i don’t do it, who else gonna hustle for me
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| Believe in me, invest, achieve with me
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| If you don’t starve, how you gonna eat with me
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| These streets is hell for young black males
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| Take the cell, crack the jail
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| Our options are few, temptation is plenty
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| For someone with my eyes and skin dark as penny
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| Raised up in Babylon, kings and kings from the sun
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| Enslave us Africans, raised me to carry gun
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| Hungry man, angry man
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| Likkle yute beg a man
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| His to shoot, ring alarm
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| Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
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| Big up Junior Gong
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| Welcome to bucktown
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| Get fuck by rider, wrong a whole system corrupt now
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| Illegal biz control the district
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| Original gun flick, bun a natural mystic
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| Yeah, blazing, blazing
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| Yute dem bad and brazen
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| Dem yute like adventure, like Babylon dem fiyah cave in
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| Send some wid natural live wires, intelligent arranging
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| Ain’t no mad and crazy riot when di fiyah raging
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| Blaze up, blaze up
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| Ghetto yutes a raise up
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| Now dem get dem full awareness, Babylon yuh days up
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| Declaration of the rights rastafari gave us
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| Every man have a right to decide his, own destiny and right wi neva gave up
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| Mentally and physically they wanna enslave us
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| Nah guh be dem sacrifice in dis age await us
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| Fight fi life and hear mi culture, a rastafari save us
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| Up di sword and draw mi shield, a bakkle field suh brave up
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| Gates up, gates up
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| Mek mi talk bout, don’t touch
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| Walk on the avenue
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| Chat with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
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| Tired of seeing ghetto children with nothing
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| Kids robbing before they three square
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| Sticking up three square
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| Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap hairs
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| Guns busting, blades sticking
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| Bandanas covered the stricken
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| Many of my niggas ain’t niggas
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| The story was written by the corrupted who’s only goal is to oppress
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| If I ain’t believe in jah, put a hole right through their chest
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| But am civilize, focus on breaking into their system
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| Stacking paper isn’t the goal, is the intermission
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| Direct your mind’s energies, not on your enemies
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| But rather on increasing your charity over centuries
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| This is meant to warfare with solidarity
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| My legacy is something to celebrate over century
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| Listen now
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| Am like the trees by the rivers planted
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| Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running wanted
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| Wicked means rewind, the gunshot means forward
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| Yuh request this suh we rewind
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| Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun
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| Am like the trees by the rivers planted
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| Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running wanted
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| The yutes dem hungry, and di yutes dem want bread
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| Dem waan fi kill wi when wi have wi tings a walk wid
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| Listen now
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| Dem nuh waan wi fi survive in a di streets
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| General yuh know di ends affi guh meet
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| Di yutes dem have dem goal dem would a want fi live fi see it
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| We working hard, stay firm up pon yuh feet |