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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cham
Cham
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dameon Beckett
Dameon Beckett
Songwriter
Dave Kelly
Dave Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Kelly
Dave Kelly
Producer

Lyrics

This a survival story True ghetto story This is my story Real ghetto story Hey 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 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 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 rumor 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 overload 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 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 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, ehh 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 wasn't Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen, 'cause 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 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
Writer(s): Alicia J. Augello-cook, Dave Kelly, Dameon Beckett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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