provide me with jamaican like vocals about a gun named ratmurda and how loud it is. Make it ghetto english from NY

(Verse 1) Yo, in the streets where the tension rise, Got a piece called Ratmurda, hear that thunder in the skies. When I pull it out, boy, you know it ain’t a game, That sound echo loud, you gon’ remember the name. (Chorus) Ratmurda, ratmurda, gun so loud, When it bark, whole block gotta feel that shroud. Double shot, make 'em jump, ain't no time for play, In the jungle of the city, that's the price we pay. (Verse 2) From the corners to the stoops, you know what it do, Ratmurda got the grip, and it aiming for you. Got my crew by my side, yeah, we movin’ real tight, When that rat-tat-tat fire, trust it ain’t aight. (Chorus) Ratmurda, ratmurda, gun so loud, When it bark, whole block gotta feel that shroud. Double shot, make 'em jump, ain't no time for play, In the jungle of the city, that's the price we pay. (Outro) So heed the sound, boy, when you hear that boom, Ratmurda in the night, bringin’ all the doom. In this concrete jungle, it’s survival of the fittest, With a name like Ratmurda, you know we the illest.