Kardinal Offishall feat. Ro Dolla Freshie Lyrics

Fire and Glory Track Listing
  • 1 Last Standing Soldier
  • 2 Egg (Everybody Gone Gangsta)
  • 3 Heads Up
  • 4 Everyday (Rudebwoy)
  • 5 The Best Man
  • 6 Freshie
  • 7 Sunday
  • 8 Kayasarasara
  • 9 Neva New (Till I Kissed You)
  • 10 Mr. Officer
  • 11 Watchalike
  • 12 Fire and Glory
  • 13 Feel Alright
  • 14 All the Way
  • It's eight o'clock here in kingston, jamaica
    The kingston police have issued an apb
    Out for wanted criminal rostacious johnson
    He has last been seen headed towards
    The united states of america or canada
    If you have any info please call us right away

    I was a gangsta,
    Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat
    Rollin' with them prankstas
    Settin' the streets on fire with the heat
    I had no choice as a gangsta,
    Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat
    Rollin' with them prankstas
    Settin' the streets on fire with the heat

    Aiyyo, stepped off the edge of 'maica at the age of ten
    Landed at the dot airport, comin' out of may pen
    Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama
    Could send for the youth, and reunite, aiight
    So now he's growin' up exposed to the ghetto limelight
    No pops (nope) plus his moms got to work nights
    Moonlightin' as a janitor, to make bread for the two
    All the while he's growin' up, runnin' with a crew
    It started off tryin' to make a little extra creamer
    But then it turned to pushin' rocks, savin' for the beamer
    Told his moms he got a job workin' in the trade
    At a local grease monkey, that's how he's gettin' paid
    And that's how he got the deal on the black man wagon
    Moms thought it was suspect, but she's still braggin'
    To her kin about "how he come home and grow right"
    All the while he's wildin' out, money starts pilin' now
    The next crew saw the flex and start red eye
    Jealous of the way them *****s hustle,
    Til he get a little muscle, uh huh, bust a bunch of shots
    There my ***** laid, really holdin' down the block
    That ***** gangsta


    Hey yo, six weeks in intensive, holdin' on to prayers
    On the seventh, he was back on his back in the west wing
    His man done came visiting, in his ear whispering
    How the block was hot, and there was 'nuff shots whistling
    Another week and he was back on his feet
    Discharged, ready to get back and hit the street
    Moms was still working overtime, clueless to the real
    About how his son was livin' in the hood packin' steel
    Pushin' coke no joke them cats wanted retaliation
    Word got back, about who led the slaughter
    One ***** named blaka, real name elroy
    Next day (boom) what happened to that boy
    For the next three months my man stayed on the low
    Told his moms he wasn't workin' cause the garage was slow
    But just as he tried to resurface on the strip
    Someone on the turf called 222-tips


    Now my man locked up, and had to sweat inside a jail
    Cause his man done fled the scene, and moms couldn't afford bail
    The trial came and went, his mother cried "discrimination!"
    Said the judge didn't know her son
    He said he knew him too well, he'd seen him there before
    Turned the cheek cryin', now he feels he's on fire
    Got burned by the same liquor, quit talkin' fresh
    He doesn't know how to act, so now he got to go back
    My man got dipped, sent right back to may pen
    Grandma didn't want him, now family wouldn't take him
    He thought about work, but he said "f that!"
    He got a fake passport and just came right back

    [Chorus: x2]

    It is a sunny day here in Jamaica
    Unfortunately we have bad news to report
    Rostacious Johnson was apprehended in Canada
    And suffered fatal wounds to the back of the head
    Rest in peace my brother
    Anyways, in tomorrow's news

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