Vybz Kartel

Vybz Kartel - Money Over War songtekst

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Intro

Yow Harry

Dis thing a get out a hand

So u see fi di 08 an beyond

Me waa house and car

Ghetto yute

A money ova war



Verse 1

Hey, So who can't hear

Dem going to feel

No shoot, nuh kill

Nuh rob, nuh steal

Too much yute fall pon battlefield

A badman a talk

Me just a keep it real

All shower yute

All spanglers yute

Addi tired fi buy bere funeral suit

Listen to di teacha, di truth a di truth

Jamaica nuffi run like Beiruth

Wen dem sen fi di military troop

Nuh matter weh u vote

Everybody get shoot

Di system a bawl seh di yute dem a coot

But dem bere di fruits so a dem is di root

Nuh shame fi di yute dem yuh produce

If Daddy neva idle

Di son could'ntloose

But every likkle ting dem blame artist

We r di scape goat

Di golden egg goose

Sipping Vybz rum wid sweet orange juice

Big up Portia and di Honourabl Bruce

Big up everybody party

But my party a di one weh a keep in a Laroose

Nuff ghetto yutes waa work fi a dues

An caa find a job a

Hey, awha do some fools

Build more factory, build more schools

And give black pickney di necessary tools

If nuttn nah gwaan

How u expect seh di man

Dem nah go bruk di rules

Every party come in

A we a di victim

Unite and dun out di system



Chorus x2

Mother bawling

Son in a di warring

Wen body falling

A we a dead, a we a dead

Copper corning

Madden haffi balm him

Cemetery a morning

A we dead, a we a dead



Verse 2

Wah day weh me see pon di news

It mek Addi vex

So me dun couple Panadol

Couple comtrex

2008 an bere yute a dead

Addi waa see di 3000 like Soltex

Plz ghetto yutes

Watch how u flex

A nuh every likkle thing

U fi puff up an vex

Sen fi guns

An hear comes next

A gunshot

An a duppy come next

Two yute dead

Couple unda arrest

Wen Kingfish come,

Kill bird out a nest

If u nah nuh lawyer

Charges a press

Mummy drop a grung

All a pop off bloody dress

Wats next

Nuh visit u nuh get

Cause mummy caa even buy 1 cigarette

Every man a dead

U nuh see u eye shet

Jamaica soon come in like Immaculet

In a 7 years 10, 000 death

But a just bere ghetto yute skin a get wet

Shooting, stabbing and chop with machete

We nuh matter weh di cause,

Is stopping of breath

Put down di AK, Macky an Tek

And tek up di money ting

Cashing of cheque

Fi sen u go skool,

Watch u parents a sweat

Your life, but u a dem dearest asset

U dig?



Chorus x2

Mother bawling

Son in a di warring

Wen body falling

A we a dead, a we a dead

Copper corning

Madden haffi balm him

Cemetery a morning


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