Vybz Kartel

Vybz Kartel - Life Story

rate me

Yo ghetto youth have to make it life

No matter what them do

The best comes from the worst

Today fi u tomorrow for me

Ah d teacher

Me never know me wuda buss

From me an mummy use to tekk d buss

From third world me never know me wuda lock d first world

With new style and new flows

Like wey pac said who knows!

D Bemma d lexus d new royce

Me a free from likkle pickney days inna school clothes

When me shoes d tear out u cuda see a few toes

Me house pack and leaking d house hot we sleepin,

We house rot we bounce back when me daddy anounce dat

We move into Portmore

The sun shine the sea shore,

It still better but me still ah pree more,

From long time me stop par with babylon

And mix guns and weed selling

Thugs did tings 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 muda say me name cruff

But still we remain tuff

Cause better must come!

Yoo jah no steven yo mi ah likkle yute star

Me faddah don hav ah son see wah mi ah say

Ah likkle component yet still

And as a yute me usually watch all me uncle

Dem dj pon it and ting and yuh see me bare big man

And dem da burn all dem weed

And dem ting dey as a likkle yute dawg

Yooo me nuh kno me jus wish me cuda be like dem


Me never know me wudda buss,

And thugs ah say addi d dadda

See it dey it feel good fi buy ah house fi me mudda,

When me son have birthdayz anything he want him get

And anonothing when me a yute ah backstroke me use get

Me use to haffi beg ah spliff ah rizzla ah cigarette

If me no hustle ah road I cud 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 d suffer and d hunger

Ah police name blood wan kill me wen me younger

Him yuni have ah gun wey roolll thunder

Circle if he ah muder me but God say ah never fill me number

Me use to pray to fadah god at night time

To make me parents dem live fi see addi turn somebody

Mi love mommy me love daddy

Same love me give to rahiem, and jahiem and chayen

Me ah me sons daddy

Yo big man thing still, buju banton first time me go studio

And hear da yute dey me checks da DJ thing

But me ah put dung d artist thing one time me na lie

And a next time too yooo some bwoy ah order phone

Uzza pussy dem tru warrior king and dem dey buss before me

DI bwoy and dem so high and baload man dey worthless

Yuh see wah man ah did man like ah fool

Me never know me wudda buss,

2k2 was the year ah grey dry fi ear

KARTEL OF career like trilla me change gear

Better each lyric when me member ppl use to say u na buss yuh ah gimic

Dem affi watch me now pon dem tv

Or pay fi see me my presents no free

Nuff girls use to call addi eye and ballon

Now me walkin pon dem like floor in a room

The first police wey lock me up for disrespect

Me was a joy ask me wah me do

Me say artist him say me unemployed

Lock me up me nuh hav no lawyer

So ah jail me sleep in and now me pass him inna bema

Who ah d man U ah d boy?

No matter who u is, where u from, who u are

Ghetto yute we need money nuff house and nuff car

From you black u ah nigga every nigga is ah star

Who nuh like dat drop ah sleep

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