Sound It
Too much voilence
Yo, too much blood a run star
Too much marror on the tar
Too much gun
Too much man a dead
Some of them are losing their heads
SOUND IT
Some jueveniles don't take no talk
In broad day lights they're walking with the gun
Skylard with the gun
Sit dung on side walk with the gun
Seriously I'm not laughing with the gun
Their lives are dung with the gun
When Kingfish come I see enough and then I run with the gun
They flex with the gun
Take a friend for the gun
Talk about self-de-fence with the gun
Say he doesn't itch for the gun
I kill to get rich with the gun
On friends they snitch for guns
They eat bad men, but they are bad men, like tailors they stitch for the gun
Boy stop from fooling with the gun
Shoot up a school with the gun
Nah guh by nuh rule with the gun
Teef a trade man's tool with the gun
Little youth just cool with the gun
You're a loot and shoot, cause Fireton I raped with the gun
Pickney you're draped with the gun
Roll up with the tape,
Is like the police are late,
Cause he's escaped with the gun
Boy claims he's bad with the gun
Chain and purse and bag he's grabbed with the gun
Some of them go mad with the gun
If they could, they woulda shoot God with the gun
About he didn't wish for the gun
Madda warned him, teeth him a hiss, said he didn't take this for the gun
About everyting criss for the gun
Six foot six, head open like chips for the gun
He's intimidating for the gun
Trying to eliminate for the gun
Juveniles are working for the gun
Fool coulda look food and never say him rest,
Nuff boys got erased for the gun
In the ghetto
When the big ones echo
All a who a buss it up me a warn them
Don't let them send back Freneco
Fi gas them up like an Esso
I'm not alone I'm saying suh I'm warning them
Better you cool
Likke youth and guh a school
Don't bad pick up tools, I beg them
Don't let them treat you like a fool
About you, handle your end for your rule
They mix you in a blend blend
Alright,
It's not one by one
It's not three by three
It's not four by four man dead
If a not my radio I look on my tv all I see more and more men dead
Men all fighting for work, on site I see labor and trade men
Foreman dead
They no, ave no respect, you don't see all the rich and the poor man dead
Pure blood shed, mother bawl when she heard that her son got sheg
You are no longer safe in your house cause death all I come for you in your bed
Jamaica, land our love, but the men I run it red
They don't cater for the creator, a greater skull like you don't make
In the ghetto
When the big ones echo
All a who a buss it up I warn them
Don't let them send back Freneco
Fi gas them up like an Esso
I'm not alone I'm not saying I'm warning them
Hey betta you cool
Likke youth an guh a school
Don't bad pick up tools, I'm begging them
Don't make they treat you like a fool
But you are, handle your end for your rule
They mix you in a blame blame
Some juevenile doesn't take no talk
In broad day light They're walking with the gun
Skylard with the gun
Sit down on side walk with the gun
Seriously not laughing with the gun
Their lives are going down with the gun
When Kingfish come I see enough and then I run with the gun
They flex with the gun
Take a friend for the gun
Talk about self-de-fence with the gun
Say he doesn't itch for the gun
I kill to get rich with the gun
On friends they snitch to give guns
They feed bad men, but they are bad men, like taylors I stitch for the gun
Boy stop from fooling with the gun
Shoot up a school with the gun
Nah guh by nuh rule with the gun
Teef a trade man's tool with the gun
Little youth just cool with the gun
You loot and shoot, gas fire and rape with the gun
Pickney you're draped with the gun
Roll up with the tape ,
Is like the police are late,
Cause he escaped with the gun
Boy claims he bad with the gun
Chain and purse and bag he was grabbed with the gun
Some of them went mad with the gun
If they could, they would shoot God with the gun
But he didn't wish for the gun
Madda warned him, teeth him a hiss, saying he doesn't take this for the gun
About everyting criss for the gun
Six foot six, head open like chips for the gun
He's intimidated for the gun
Try eliminate for the gun
Juveniles are working for the gun
A fool can't look at a fool and never say he rest,
Nuff boys get erased for the gun
In the ghetto< br/>When the big ones echo
All a who a buss it up I warn them
Don't let them send back Freneco
Fi gas them up like an Esso
A don't I'm alone I'm not saying I'm warning them
Betta you cool
Like youth and guh a school
Don't bad pick up don't tool, I'm begging them
Don't let them treat you like a fool
But you a, handle your end for your rule
They mix you in a blend blend