In these streets, jeopardy inna gangster’s home.
In these streets, where it all began.
In these streets, every king haffi stand them ground.
Verse 1
Welcome to the streets of the tough life
As a warrior me grow up with a rough life
When we touch the corner, we nuh run drama
Real gangsta nuh love spotlight.
When me step to the food no joke about it,
Hot fire start blaze and dem cyan come out it
Anything inna me way better move
Cause if you mek a move to me place.
Chorus
Verse 2
Gangster rules, haffi know how fi hunt fi eat,
You haffi pressure the road, seven days a week,
To survive in the streets, them ask how we do it,
Tell them no surrender, me say no retreat!
We living in the days of the mob,
Ain’t no informing thing,
Don’t call the 5-0
They will kill you for the money that you have,
When you hand the gold to make the dough,
You better lie low.
Chorus
Verse 3
We got money, guns, bitches and cars in one place,
Every eyes wide open
It’s like a rat race
Sirens in the air plus screaming
Running up and down, every man want a slice of the cake
Rules haffi set pan gangsta hill
Nuff youth fi go a school and we sponsor dem
So when Babylon come to terrorise the youth dem
so we answer them
Chorus
In these streets, jeopardy inna gangster’s home.
In these streets, where it all began.
In these streets, jeopardy inna gangster’s home.
In these streets, every king haffi stand their ground.