No Surrender

Who dem Cyaan cool So mi go so yow Babylon days are numbered I see them fall and slumber I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down Welcome to the streets of the tough life As a warrior me grow up with a rough life When we touch di caana, we nuh run drama Real gangsta nuh love spotlight When me step to the food no joke about it Hot fire start blaze and dem cyaan come out it Anything inna me way better move Cause if you mek a move to me food, you get the whole clip. And me say bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Money fi di poor me say, and through the weather Bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Better, better, better Hey babylon a crosses Well a di wrong set a youths dem go fass with Wooi! dem a sanke under the grass with Nuff a dem guh go now to the bosses Well a fireman a bun dem a go scorch with So we a go bun dem to ashes A nuff youths dem have as hostage Say dem wah fi shoot di youth dem like a partridge With them cartridge (Deh one yah name) And me say bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Money fi di poor me say, and through the weather Bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Better, better, better Poor people a suffer so long me observe it Morning to night dem offer dem service Do it for the children, make sure preserve it Poor people more than willing and worthy Give dem everything and givbem more than that Give dem everything and givbem more pon that Poor people foundation, and me sure 'bout that From the floor to the top And me say bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Money fi di poor me say, and through the weather Bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Better, better, better Gangster rules, affi know how fi hunt fi eat You affi pressure tjhe road, seven days a week To survive in the streets, them ask how we dweet? Me tell them no surrender, me say no retreat We living in the datys of the mob Ain't no informing ting Don't call the 5-0 They will kill for the money that you have When you hand the gold to make the dough you better lie low Every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere And me say bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Money fi di poor me say, and through the weather Bless up fi di poor Make your, make your life better Better, better, better Babylon days are numbered I see them fall and slumber I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down