Stephen Marley - Ghetto Boy (ft. Bounty Killer & Mad Cobra)
Yo! (Ghetto)
They do more to the people than for the people (get out, Get it)
They crash the economy like a vehicle (let's set it, I heard dem)
Seh dem a don and dem a dupes and dem a dadda (stupid fools)
Inna the heart of the youths dem future you stick a dagger (that's what they did)
Let's do this ragga (let's move)
- Stephen Marley:
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
- Bounty Killer:
Well
The story of a ghetto boy
Who the don give the gun an think him get a toy
So him deploy inna the street to set a better joy
But now him buck up the police and him regret a choice
Death is what him get a tise
Story of a ghetto youth
Who the don give the gun and seh you better shoot
If you want to wear a better suit you want fi drive a coupe
Wear a couple gold chain and sleep with couple prostitute
Dem future you a prosecute
No don cyaan tell I nothing, or press I button
Me a gwaan eat me greens if me cyaan buy mutton
Me no red eye or glutton fi no gyal or guy somn
No hold the fate so till the gate Jah seh fi I must open
We no waan see Andrew Holness, we no waan see Portia
NCB me waan fi see and Scotia
Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker
But me proud a ghetto me come outta
- Stephen Marley:
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
- Mad Cobra:
Me tell dem
Ghetto we ghetto we no change we ways
You violate man an a grades a blaze
Anywhere the food deh man a go go for
Nah suffer, cah man a look fi greater days
Suppose me tell you seh we go fi food anyweh
And we no 'fraid a no jail or cemetery
We bring heat to the streets all front a police
Still a mek step to the enemy
We mek the eagle fly high, mek dem see that (dem see that!)
Dem see that, anything drop dem know a we that
Front page 'pon every news network
Menace to society, the world seh a we that
House and car, everybody need that
A no every ghetto boy out deh a idiot
Any means necessary man a pree that
From a little tot me head real hot
- Stephen Marley:
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
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