Fiyah Gun - DJ EFN, Kardinal Offishall, Smif-N-Wessun

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