Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fiyah Gun , by - DJ EFNRelease date: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fiyah Gun |
| Fiyah Gun |
| The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun |
| Capone leads to corrupt you wouldn’t stop in kingston |
| Every where there’s war |
| Keep your sniff and what’s on, what’s on (right) |
| Fiyah Gun |
| The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun |
| Gun |
| Every day, life is a struggle for me |
| If i don’t do it, who else gonna hustle for me |
| Believe in me, invest, achieve with me |
| If you don’t starve, how you gonna eat with me |
| These streets is hell for young black males |
| Take the cell, crack the jail |
| Our options are few, temptation is plenty |
| For someone with my eyes and skin dark as penny |
| Raised up in Babylon, kings and kings from the sun |
| Enslave us Africans, raised me to carry gun |
| Hungry man, angry man |
| Likkle yute beg a man |
| His to shoot, ring alarm |
| Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom |
| Big up Junior Gong |
| Welcome to bucktown |
| Get fuck by rider, wrong a whole system corrupt now |
| Illegal biz control the district |
| Original gun flick, bun a natural mystic |
| Yeah, blazing, blazing |
| Yute dem bad and brazen |
| Dem yute like adventure, like Babylon dem fiyah cave in |
| Send some wid natural live wires, intelligent arranging |
| Ain’t no mad and crazy riot when di fiyah raging |
| Blaze up, blaze up |
| Ghetto yutes a raise up |
| Now dem get dem full awareness, Babylon yuh days up |
| Declaration of the rights rastafari gave us |
| Every man have a right to decide his, own destiny and right wi neva gave up |
| Mentally and physically they wanna enslave us |
| Nah guh be dem sacrifice in dis age await us |
| Fight fi life and hear mi culture, a rastafari save us |
| Up di sword and draw mi shield, a bakkle field suh brave up |
| Gates up, gates up |
| Mek mi talk bout, don’t touch |
| Walk on the avenue |
| Chat with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge |
| Tired of seeing ghetto children with nothing |
| Kids robbing before they three square |
| Sticking up three square |
| Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap hairs |
| Guns busting, blades sticking |
| Bandanas covered the stricken |
| Many of my niggas ain’t niggas |
| The story was written by the corrupted who’s only goal is to oppress |
| If I ain’t believe in jah, put a hole right through their chest |
| But am civilize, focus on breaking into their system |
| Stacking paper isn’t the goal, is the intermission |
| Direct your mind’s energies, not on your enemies |
| But rather on increasing your charity over centuries |
| This is meant to warfare with solidarity |
| My legacy is something to celebrate over century |
| Listen now |
| Am like the trees by the rivers planted |
| Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running wanted |
| Wicked means rewind, the gunshot means forward |
| Yuh request this suh we rewind |
| Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun |
| Am like the trees by the rivers planted |
| Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running wanted |
| The yutes dem hungry, and di yutes dem want bread |
| Dem waan fi kill wi when wi have wi tings a walk wid |
| Listen now |
| Dem nuh waan wi fi survive in a di streets |
| General yuh know di ends affi guh meet |
| Di yutes dem have dem goal dem would a want fi live fi see it |
| We working hard, stay firm up pon yuh feet |