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Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Every day, life's a struggle for me
If I don't do it, who else gon' hustle for me?
Believe in me, invest, achieve with me
If you don't starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for young black males
Pick your cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, temptation is plenty
For someone with my eyes and skin dark as a penny

Raised up in Babylon, kings of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to carry gun
Hungry man, angry man
Likkle yute beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior Gong
Welcome to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our whole system corrupt now
Illegal bis control the district
Original gun click, bun a natural mystic

Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

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

Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Yo I walk on the avenue
Trap with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing ghetto children with nothing
Kids robbing fo' their three squares
Sticking up three squares
Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap airs
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 I'm civilized, focus on breaking into their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, it's 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 centuries

Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Listen up
I'm 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
I'm 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

Jasson D. Harrow

The duration of Fiyah Gun is 4:32 minutes and seconds.