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(feat. Ro Dolla) [Intro] 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 [Hook: Ro Dolla] 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 [Kardinal Offishall] 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 Letras de cancionesNo 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 niggas hustle, Til he get a little muscle, uh huh, bust a bunch of shots There my nigga laid, really holdin' down the block That nigga gangsta [Hook: Ro Dolla] [Kardinal Offishall] Aiyyo, 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 nigga 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 [Hook: Ro Dolla] [Kardinal Offishall] 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 liquour, 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 [Hook x2: Ro Dolla] [Outro] 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... From Letras Mania