Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

It's a contradiction Can you feel I'm not like you anymore I can't see, I can't breathe See you quiver like the dogs on the streets Looking down on as I beat you It's bad religion, from a broken nation And I can't take it anymore Who's to say I won't

Come on, big dawg, where you wanna meet? (Dawg, where you wanna meet?) This shit, it just fill up my entity (Yeah) Made me just feel like my enemy (Yeah) I might just turn into my inner beast (Yeah) Know we tote choppers, we in the streets (Yeah) You

(Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay raised in the streets Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I

I turn to stone I turn to stone when you are gone I can't go on I turn to stone, when you comin' home The city streets are empty now (The lights don't shine no more) And so the songs are way down low A sound that flows into my mind (The echoes of the

Take your message to the streets tonight - rebel son There's a restless voice that's callin' you Through the darkest night - fight the fight - rebel son To yourself alone you must be true Shatter the silence Fill the night with your righteous defiance

Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our life Na, na na, na na, na na Remember the days We would drink on the train On

Soon as I get home Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my money out the safe Soon as I come home Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings