Said thys is my ghetto story Said is my story ghetto story Hey
See, I was born like many men who didn't have notin' Came to America trying to make outta sometin' See we Africans we huntin' Found my way up to da top like it nothing
And hooked up wit Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be laa baw and pot see Had a lot sometin', after union city In a of projects in NYC
I remember those days hell was my home When me and mama bed was a big piece a An mi never bathe and my hair never comb When mama gone a work me go go roam
I remember when dem tek me snow cone An mek him likkle bredda dem up Jerome I when we visit dem wid pure big stone An the boy Danny pop out something weh chrome
But dats no betta than to around me And knew I the AK displayed around me And I moved out to da eight to find cheese And I found out Cars make more dan
I remember when we run, Fatta get him blown An mi best friend get, two inna him dome I so the avenue tun inna warzone An, madda fly him out, cau she get a loan
(What?) But, go to foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek heap a money and sen in our own Now a we a the city and, that is well known Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say
Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now (This a story) Wi whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True story) Rah, rah, rah, rah
(Said my story) Wi get di dem, so dem haffi rate wi (Akon Story) Cau we a tek it to them of lately (This is my story) And now the whole community a greatly (Real story) Rah, rah, rah, rah Hey
I bout '80, Jamaica explode When a and Tony Hewitt dem a run road a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford When Adams dem a nuh know the road code
I remember when we rob the shop down the road An rumour have it sey the man have a sword But we did have a one pop wey make outta So you the next day mama pot overload
How could be? Shop, shops in the city call me the thought of flee Some hotter po po caught up wit me But then I got up
Then I was boxed out Broke us some locked out, they let me out but Two later my brother skrew got shot up And got the whole block like now wat Rah
Jamaica get screw, tru greed an Politics and press yutes button But we rich now ,so dem tell man notin Cuz a we a mek mama a fish an' mutton, ehh
Ova dehso mek mi tell some'in Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy me cousin An mi sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen
Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now (This a story) Wi have heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True story) Rah, rah, rah, rah
(Said my story) Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi wi (Akon Story) Cau we a tek it to wicked of lately (This is my story)
And now the whole a live greatly (Real story) Rah, rah, rah, rah Hey
I remember those days when hell was my When me and mama bed was a big piece a An mi never like bathe and my never comb When mama gone a work me go street go
I when Danny dem tek me snow cone An mek him likkle bredda dem up Jerome I remember when we visit dem wid pure big An the boy Danny pop out something weh full
I remember when we run, Fatta get him blown An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him I remember so the tun inna warzone An' madda fly him out, cau she get a loan
But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Mek whole a money and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say