Ghetto Story
Intro]
This a survival story, true ghetto story
This is my story, real ghetto story
Hey
[verse 1]
I remember those days when hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb
When mama gone a work me go street go roam
I remember when danny dem tek me snow cone
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up jerome
I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone
An the boy danny pop out something weh full chrome
I remember when we run, fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend richie get, two inna him dome
I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone
An ,mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan
But, mickey go to foreign and go tun al capone
Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known
Yesterday mickey call me pan mi phone
Mi say mickey.....
[chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah
[verse 2]
I remember bout '80, jamaica explode
When a trinity and tony hewitt dem a run road
That a long before laing dem and even bigga ford
When adams dem a corporal nuh know the road code
I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road
An rumour have it sey the chiney man have a sword
But we did have a one pop wey make outta board
So you know the next day mama pot overlooaad
I remember when we skip the poll clerks
An dump the ballot box pan tivoli outskirts
An hold a plane ticket and go chill over turks
When me come back a still inna the hole me a lurk
I remember those days when informer dirks...
Get one inna him face and me nuh get nuh perks
And the bigger heads dem are a couple of jerks
Cause a dem a mek di money, when a wi mash di works
[chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah
[verse 3]
Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton
Politics manipulate and press yutes button
But we rich now ,so dem caan tell man notin
Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam fish an mutton..ehhhh
Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...
Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin
An mi here sey td deh dey but him sey he wasnt
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen....cause......
[chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah
Ghetto Story
[Intro]
This is a survival story, a true ghetto story
This is my story, a real ghetto story
Hey
[verse 1]
I remember those days when hell was my home
When me and mom's bed was just a big piece of foam
And I never liked to bathe and my hair was never combed
When mom went to work, I’d roam the streets alone
I remember when Danny took my snow cone
And made his little brothers kick up Jerome
I remember when we visited them with big stones
And that boy Danny pulled out something full chrome
I remember when we ran, Fatty got his knee blown
And my best friend Richie got two in his dome
I remember when the avenue turned into a warzone
And Mickey’s mom flew him out, 'cause she got a loan
But Mickey went to the States and turned into Al Capone
Made a whole lot of money and sent it back home
Now we’re locking down the city, and that’s well known
Yesterday Mickey called me on my phone
I said Mickey.....
[chorus]
We got the goods
They’re out of luck now
I squeeze the seven and they all duck down
We got a whole lot of extra clips 'cause we ain't broke now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
We got the goods, so they gotta respect us
'Cause we’ve been taking it to them hard lately
And now the whole community is living greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah
[verse 2]
I remember back in '80, Jamaica exploded
When Trinity and Tony Hewitt were running the road
That was long before Laing and even Bigger Ford
When Adams was a corporal, didn’t know the road code
I remember when we robbed the Chinese shop down the road
And rumors had it that the Chinese man had a sword
But we had a little pop made out of board
So you know the next day mom’s pot was overloaded
I remember when we skipped the poll clerks
And dumped the ballot box on Tivoli’s outskirts
And held a plane ticket to chill over in Turks
When I came back, I was still lurking in the dirt
I remember those days when informers got hurt...
Got one in the face and I didn’t get no perks
And the big shots were just a couple of jerks
'Cause they were making the money while we did the work
[chorus]
We got the goods
They’re out of luck now
I squeeze the seven and they all duck down
We got a whole lot of extra clips 'cause we ain't broke now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
We got the goods, so they gotta respect us
'Cause we’ve been taking it to them hard lately
And now the whole community is living greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah
[verse 3]
Jamaica got screwed, through greed and gluttony
Politics manipulate and push youth's buttons
But we’re rich now, so they can’t tell us nothing
'Cause we’re making mom eat fish and mutton..ehhhh
Over there let me tell you something...
'Cause I’m here in the States now a guy killed my cousin
And I hear TD’s there but he says he wasn’t
Anytime I fly down, he gets about a dozen....'cause......
[chorus]
We got the goods
They’re out of luck now
I squeeze the seven and they all duck down
We got a whole lot of extra clips 'cause we ain't broke now
Rah...rah..rah...rah
We got the goods, so they gotta respect us
'Cause we’ve been taking it to them hard lately
And now the whole community is living greatly
Rah...rah..rah...rah