Translation: Officers, pointing .38 revolvers, Mac-10s, shooter boys, reliable Officers, pointing .38 revolvers, Corporals, 9mm semi-automatics, Mac-10s, shooter boys, reliable, Sergeants, bursting M16s, onlookers say "damn it", I shout out now, Lieutenant Generals, AK-47s, bursting heavy, heavy when I step into the capital, hmmm yeah yeah yeah. Booyaka! Gunshots are barking in the ghetto, Booyaka! Gunshots are clapping in the ghetto, Booyaka! A lot of men are strapped in the ghetto, Booyaka! Bursting a whole heap of firearms in the ghetto, From Kingston to London, Paris, and Soweto, A lot of gunshots are barking, so many men bleeding and wet up Clap, clap, ghosts—bodies drop, the last time they get up (the last time they get up) They buy a life off the shelf and they spend $50k Jamaican, Then they go about their business with their AKs in hand. A lot of children step forward, a lot of young men, because they don't have any opportunity, they don't have a plan officers, pointing .38 revolvers, Corporals, 9mm semi-automatics, Mac-10s, shooter boys, reliable, Sergeants, bursting M16s, onlookers say "damn it", I shout out now, Lieutenant Generals, AK-47s, bursting heavy, heavy when I step into the capital, hmmm that's right now. They talk, on the street, head spilling marrow (brains), yeah, Load up the barrel, with a finger on the trigger they battle, A lot of ghosts stacked up like cattle, The force of the copper and lead has to travel, listen. A lot of gully youths, they creep up the ranks, For those who avoided it, a lot of elders give thanks, In the ghetto, no, they don't bother firing blacks, Booyaka! Gunshots are barking in the ghetto, bang bang! Once more, they buy a life off the shelf, spend $50k Jamaican Yeah, go about their business with an AK in hand A lot of children step forward, a lot of young men, because they don't have any opportunity, they don't have a plan officers, pointing .38 revolvers, Corporals, 9mm semi-automatics, Mac-10s, shooter boys, reliable, Sergeants, bursting M16s, they say "damn it", I shout out now, Lieutenant Generals, AK-47s, bursting heavy, heavy when I step into the capital, hmmm hear me now Booyaka! Gunshots are barking in the ghetto, Booyaka! Gunshots are clapping in the ghetto, Booyaka! A lot of men are strapped in the ghetto, Booyaka! Bursting a whole heap of caps in the ghetto, From Kingston to London, Paris, and Soweto, A lot of gunshots are barking, so many men bleeding and wet up Clap, clap, ghosts—bodies drop, the last time they get up (Officers) Officers, pointing .38 revolvers, Corporals, 9mm semi-automatics, Mac-10s, shooter boys, reliable, Sergeants, barking M16s, onlookers say "damn it", I shout out now, Lieutenant Generals, AK-47s, bursting heavy, heavy when I land in the capital, hmmm yeah yeah yeah.
