Lyrics
Say this is my story (True ghetto story)
Say this is my story (Real ghetto story, hey!)
See, I was born poor like many men and didn't have nothing
Came to America try to make something out of something
You see, we Africans, we love hunting
Found my way up to the top like it wasn't nothing
And hooked up with some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey
We used to be called the Baldwin posse
Had it locked, we zoned it up to Union City
And a couple of projects in New York City
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 them wid pure big stone
And the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome
But cats know better than to play around me
And knew I kept the AK displayed around me
And I moved down to the A to find more cheese
And I found out cars make more than we
I remember when we ran, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend Richie get, two Inna him dome
I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone
And, 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 (This a survival story)
We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah (And this is my story)
Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi (Akon story)
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately (This a survival story)
And now the whole community a live greatly (True ghetto story)
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
And rumour 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
How could that be? Chop shops in the city call me the ring lead
Never thought I flee, somehow the Po' Po' still caught up with me
But then I got locked up, then while we shacked up
Focused on locked up, then they let me out, but
Two years later, my brother screw got shot up
And got the whole block royal like now what
Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton
Politics manipulate and press yutes button
But we rich now, so dem can tell man noting
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 (This a survival story)
We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
{And this is my story) Wi get di ting dem, So dem haffi rate wi
(Akon story} Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
(This a survival story) And now the whole community a live greatly (True ghetto story)
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
And 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
And, 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