Said thys is my ghetto story Said is my story Real story Hey
See, I was born poor like many men who have notin' Came to America trying to make outta sometin' See we Africans we huntin' Found my way up to da top it wasn't nothing
And hooked up wit Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be laa baw and pot see Had a lot after sometin', after union In a of projects in NYC
I remember those days when hell was my When me and bed was a big piece a foam An mi like bathe and my hair never comb mama gone a work me go street go roam
I remember 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 weh full chrome
But dats no than to play around me And knew I kept the AK around me And I moved out to da eight to more cheese And I found out Cars make dan weed
I remember when we run, Fatta get him blown An mi best friend get, two inna him dome I remember so the avenue tun inna An, madda fly him out, cau she get a loan
(What?) But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Mek whole heap a and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say
Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now Mi squeeze seven and the a dem a duck now (This a story) Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh 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 them of lately (This is my story) And now the community a live greatly (Real story) Rah, rah, rah, rah Hey
I remember '80, Jamaica explode a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga When dem a Corporal nuh know the road code
I remember when we rob the shop down the road An rumour have it sey the chiney man have a But we did a one pop wey make outta board So you know the next day pot overload
How could be? Shop, in the city call me the relieve Never thought of Some hotter po po caught up wit me But then I got up
Then I was boxed out Broke us locked out, then they let me out but Two Years later my brother skrew got up And got the whole royal like now wat Rah
get screw, tru greed an glutton Politics manipulate and press button But we now ,so dem caan 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 kill me An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he Anytime mi fly down him a get bout 'cause
Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now Mi seven and the whole a dem a duck now (This a story) Wi have whole heap a extra 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 remember days when hell was my home When me and bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like and my hair never comb When mama a work me go street go roam
I remember Danny dem tek me snow cone An mek him likkle bredda dem up Jerome I remember when we visit dem wid big stone An the boy Danny pop out weh full chrome
I remember we run, Fatta get him knee blown An mi best friend Richie get, two him dome I so the avenue tun inna warzone An' Mickey fly him out, cau she get a loan
But, go to foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is known Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone Mi say