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Life Story lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Yo, ghetto youth have to make it life
No matter what them do
The best comes from the worst
Today fi you, tomorrow for me
A the teacher
[Verse 1] Me never know me would a buss From me an mummy use to tekk the buss From third world me never know me would a lock the first world With new style and new flows Like weh 'Pac say, who know! The Bimmer, the Lexus the new Royce Me a free from likkle pickney days inna school clothes When me shoes the tear out you could a see a few toes Me house pack and leaking the house hot we sleeping We house rot, we bounce back when me daddy announce that We move into Portmore, the sun shine the sea shore It still better, but me still a pree more From long time me stop 'par with Babylon and mix guns and weed selling Thugs did things fi me collar hype up and sweet smelling Cops carraling, yelling don't move, we won't prove Dem lock we up we get bail, nex' day we set sail like big ship Same stuff, we mother say me name cruff But still we remain tuff cah better must come
[Talking] Yo, Jah no Stephen, yo, me a likkle youth, star Me father don have a son, see wha' me a say A likkle component yet still and As a youth me usually watch all me uncle dem DJ 'pon it and thing and You see me bare big man and dem da burn all dem weed And dem thing deh as a likkle youth, dawg Yo, me no know me jus' Wish me could a be like dem You see me
[Verse 2] Me never know me would a buss And thugs a say Addi the dadda See it dey it feel good fi buy a house fi me mother When me son have birthdays, anything he want him get And a no nothing when me a youth a backstroke me use get Me use to haffi beg a spliff, a rizzla, a cigarette If me no hustle a road I could not own yet Me never pree fi own car me, own home, me own jet Dutty chat mek me mouth wet now me see outlet Inna the suffer and the hunger A police name blood waan kill me when me younger Him yuni have a gun weh roll thunder Circle if he a murder me but God say a never fill me number Me use to pray to Father God at night time To make me parents dem live fi see Addi turn somebody Me love mommy, me love daddy Same love me gi' to Rahiem, and Jahiem and Chayen Me a me sons daddy
[Talking] Yo big man thing still, Buju Banton first time me go studio And hear da youth they me checks da DJ thing But me a put dung the artist thing one time, me nah lie And a next time too, yo some bwoy a order phone Uzza p**sy dem tru Warrior King and dem they buss before me The bwoy and dem so high and ballon man they worthless You see wha' man a did man, like a fool
[Verse 3] Me never know me would a buss 2k2 was the year, a grey dry fi ear, Kartel of career Like trilla me change gear, better each lyric When me member ppl use to say you nah buss, you a gimmick Dem 'affi watch me now 'pon dem TV Or pay fi see me my presents no free Nuff girls used to call Addi iron ballon Now me walking 'pon dem like floor in a room The first police weh lock me up fo disrespect Me was a joy, ask me weh me do Me say artist, him say me unemployed Lock me up, me no have no lawyer, so a jail me sleep in And now me pass him inna the Bimmer Who a the man? Who a the boy? No matter who you is, where you from, who you are Ghetto youth, we need money, nuff house and nuff car From you black, you a nigga, every nigga is a star Who no like that? Drop a sleep
[Verse 1] Me never know me would a buss From me an mummy use to tekk the buss From third world me never know me would a lock the first world With new style and new flows Like weh 'Pac say, who know! The Bimmer, the Lexus the new Royce Me a free from likkle pickney days inna school clothes When me shoes the tear out you could a see a few toes Me house pack and leaking the house hot we sleeping We house rot, we bounce back when me daddy announce that We move into Portmore, the sun shine the sea shore It still better, but me still a pree more From long time me stop 'par with Babylon and mix guns and weed selling Thugs did things fi me collar hype up and sweet smelling Cops carraling, yelling don't move, we won't prove Dem lock we up we get bail, nex' day we set sail like big ship Same stuff, we mother say me name cruff But still we remain tuff cah better must come
[Talking] Yo, Jah no Stephen, yo, me a likkle youth, star Me father don have a son, see wha' me a say A likkle component yet still and As a youth me usually watch all me uncle dem DJ 'pon it and thing and You see me bare big man and dem da burn all dem weed And dem thing deh as a likkle youth, dawg Yo, me no know me jus' Wish me could a be like dem You see me
[Verse 2] Me never know me would a buss And thugs a say Addi the dadda See it dey it feel good fi buy a house fi me mother When me son have birthdays, anything he want him get And a no nothing when me a youth a backstroke me use get Me use to haffi beg a spliff, a rizzla, a cigarette If me no hustle a road I could not own yet Me never pree fi own car me, own home, me own jet Dutty chat mek me mouth wet now me see outlet Inna the suffer and the hunger A police name blood waan kill me when me younger Him yuni have a gun weh roll thunder Circle if he a murder me but God say a never fill me number Me use to pray to Father God at night time To make me parents dem live fi see Addi turn somebody Me love mommy, me love daddy Same love me gi' to Rahiem, and Jahiem and Chayen Me a me sons daddy
[Talking] Yo big man thing still, Buju Banton first time me go studio And hear da youth they me checks da DJ thing But me a put dung the artist thing one time, me nah lie And a next time too, yo some bwoy a order phone Uzza p**sy dem tru Warrior King and dem they buss before me The bwoy and dem so high and ballon man they worthless You see wha' man a did man, like a fool
[Verse 3] Me never know me would a buss 2k2 was the year, a grey dry fi ear, Kartel of career Like trilla me change gear, better each lyric When me member ppl use to say you nah buss, you a gimmick Dem 'affi watch me now 'pon dem TV Or pay fi see me my presents no free Nuff girls used to call Addi iron ballon Now me walking 'pon dem like floor in a room The first police weh lock me up fo disrespect Me was a joy, ask me weh me do Me say artist, him say me unemployed Lock me up, me no have no lawyer, so a jail me sleep in And now me pass him inna the Bimmer Who a the man? Who a the boy? No matter who you is, where you from, who you are Ghetto youth, we need money, nuff house and nuff car From you black, you a nigga, every nigga is a star Who no like that? Drop a sleep
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