Can’t get the sensimellia outta me mind
Because its three [bad word] and then it’s back to the grind
Pick up a spliff and then me pass it around
Take a little lick and then me step on the ground
Gangsta boy him have to move like him dead the [bad word] in a now make the [bad word] red
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Pick up the mic and make the people in the back say…

Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police...

What the gangsta bawl when him bring it up
Who him call with a sign when him fling it up
How he step on the ground when him sling it up
Where the man with the cash when him ring it up
See the [bad word] and him shoot him up
And him push him in the car and him root him up
And him take him down to jail and him suit him up
And him back on the street cause him loot him [bad word] boy now with a nine and him pick it up
Police a fire back if him quick enough

Enough of people have to caught inside the middle

Gangsta n police the man now look for all the money them now grab on the money people don’t find it funny when them shot up the street people think that they’re crazy cause they just killed some lady while she still holds her baby 
They want to control the nation with a glock and ammunition, even over politicians, they want this position they will climb on your back just to grab for a [bad word] boy live for the [bad word] boy die for the dollar.

Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police...

My desert eagle sprays we not afraid illegal trades and crooked politicians we throwin’ grenades at Green Beret’s 
In the shade behind closets sub rockets doing for thugs in the projects my conviction papers in progress
But this verse will be timeless, my words are like Amex with open features
Of Babylon smoking the rich Diva is falling it’s [bad word] the inhabitation of devils and rebels squeezing my metal I’m hovered by [bad word] I speak for the ghetto the silver badges of madness concealing like actors their witch magic’s they practice underneath the blood gluttons they savage
The automatic rap for us gangsta’s with knowledge the gun fatigues and outfits 
Most High till my throats dry.

Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police now make the money earn
Blood fire gun fire blood fire burn
Gangsta n police...