Down In The Ghetto-Bounty Killer

1. My pocket is week, my heart is willing Ah want a pound a rice, but can＇t find a shillin Can＇t buy the chicken back, much less the chicken Turn left and right is pure gunshot a fling Every whey mi guh is wicked song them a sing Now hear mi now Queens, and hear mi now Kings All over this world, local and Foreign Black and white, mi naah prejudice skin Now hear mi mister Lou, mister Wong and mister Chin To kill another man what good does that bring I feel it so much till cold bump take mi skin Mi head start to hurt mi, and mi eyes dem a spin CHO Who give the guns, who give the crack No-one to take the blame And a who import the guns and c*****e And a who innaculate the ghetto youths brain And mobilize dem inna this Bloodsport game Say if you want to rich, you haffi kill Shane And wicked enough to kill him mother miss Jane Mek dem say you a di wickedest man pon the lane And if you want you respect fi long like a train Well you better make shot fall like a rain You haffi put one foot pon then concord plane Hey, you better sell twenty kilo a c*****e CHO