Out in the street, they call it murder   (Fuck D-Block)      Verse 1   Tony Yayo:   PUT YO HANDS UP   Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob   One false move you get spread out   I’m in dat Range truck   Timmy got me fuckin’ blinged up    Last year I was broke now my wings up   I put dat work in   Nigga you not my bredren   44 Mac when I’m lurkin’   Homie its murder   Yayo is a clip inserta   I sneak in ya crib like a burglar   Homie I’m gangsta   Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta   I come through the Bronx and I spank ya   I smoke dat ganja   Rollin’ shotgun with Baja   3-5-7 revolver   (Bo-Bo)   G-Unit’s da place we ride for the cause   We gettin’ money bredren get y’alls   We play yo' ass homeboy you better think   We the ones dat took the Murder out the Inc.      Out in the streets, they call it murder      Verse 2   Jr. Gong:   Welcome to jamrock   Camp where di thugs dem camp at   Two pounds a weed inna van back   It inna yuh handbag   Yuh knapsack it inna yuh backpack   The smell a give yuh girlfriend contact   Some boy nuh notice   Dem only come around like tourist   On the beach wit’ a few club sodas   Bedtime stories   And pose like they name Chuck Norris   And don’t know da real hardcore cuz sandals a now back too   Di thugs dem weh do what they got do   And won’t think twice to shot you   Don’t make dem spot you   Unless you carry guns a lot too   A pure tuff tings come at you   When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic   Den dem reel and pop off and dem start clap it   When di pin file dung and it a beat drop it   Police come inna jeep and dem can’t stop it   Some seh dem a play boy or Playboy rabbit   Funnyman a get drop like a bad habit   Some nah bodda pose off if yuh don’t have it   Rastafari stands alone      Hook:   Welcome to jamrock   Welcome to jamrock   Out in the street, they call it murder      Verse 2:   Welcome to jamdown   Poor people a dead at random   Political violence can done   Bare ghost and phantom   Di youth dem get blind by stardom   Now di King of Kings a call    Ol’ man to pickney   So wave unnu hand if you with me   To see the sufferation sick me   Dem suit no fit me   To win election dem trick we   Den dem don’t do nutting at all   Come on let’s face it   A ghetto education’s basic   And most of di youth dem waste it   And when dem waste it   Dat’s when dem take the guns replace it   And dem don’t stand a chance at all   And dat’s why enough likkle youth have up some fat ‘matic   With di extra magazine inna dem back pocket   And a flee to nighttime inna some black jacket   All who nah lock glocks seh dem a lock rocket   Den will fill you up with current like a short circuit   Dem a run a court block which part the cops block it   And from noon ‘til a mornin’ no stop clock it   If dem run outta rounds a brought back ratchet       Chorus:    Welcome to jamrock (Southside Northside)   Welcome to jamrock (Eastcoast Westcoast)   Welcome to jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex, hey)   Welcome to jamrock   Out in the streets they call it murder      Jamaica Jamaica   Jamaica Jamaica, now   Jamaica Jamaica, yo   Jamaica Jamaica      Welcome to jamrock