Spragga Benz - Fiyah Gun lyrics

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Spragga Benz - Fiyah Gun lyrics

[Chorus:] 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 [x10] [Verse 1:] 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 f** by rider, wrong a whole system corrupt now Illegal biz control the district Original gun flick, bun a natural mystic [Chorus] [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 n***as ain't n***as 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 k** 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

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