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