Lyrics: Alicia Keys. Love It Or Leave It Alone.

Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound, ah, weed in a van back
It in a your hand bag, your knapsack, it in a your backpack
The smell ah, give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause sandals ah, nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come in a jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah, playboy ah, playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah, dead at random
Political violence, can done
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call

Old man to pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nothin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Conwell, Middlesex in stereo)
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
Welcome to Jamrock