Fiyah Gun Lyrics - Singles - Dj Efn

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