Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Surrender , by - Monkey Marc. Song from the album No Surrender Riddim, in the genre РеггетонRelease date: 16.03.2017
Record label: Monkey Marc
Song language: English
No Surrender |
| who dem |
| cyaan cool |
| so mi go so yow |
| Babylon days are numbered |
| I see them fall and slumber |
| I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down |
| Welcome to the streets of the tough life |
| As a warrior me grow up with a rough life |
| when we touch di caana, we nuh run drama |
| real gangsta nuh love spotlight |
| when me step to the food no joke about it |
| hot fire start blaze and dem cyaan come out it |
| anything inna me way better move |
| cause if you mek a move to me food, you get the whole clip. |
| And me say bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather |
| bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| better, better, better |
| Hey babylon a crosses |
| well a di wrong set a youths dem go fass with |
| wooi! |
| dem a sanke under the grass with |
| nuff a dem guh go now to the bosses |
| well a fireman a bun dem a go scorch with |
| so we a go bun dem to ashes |
| a nuff youths dem have as hostage |
| say dem wah fi shoot di youth dem like a partridge |
| with them cartridge |
| (deh one yah name) |
| And me say bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather |
| bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| better, better, better |
| Poor people a suffer so long me observe it |
| morning to night dem offer dem service |
| do it for the children, make sure preserve it |
| poor people more than willing and worthy |
| give dem everything and givbem more than that |
| give dem everything and givbem more pon that |
| poor people foundation, and me sure 'bout that |
| From the floor to the top |
| And me say bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather |
| bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| better, better, better |
| Gangster rules, affi know how fi hunt fi eat |
| you affi pressure tjhe road, seven days a week |
| to survive in the streets, them ask how we dweet? |
| me tell them no surrender, me say no retreat |
| we living in the datys of the mob |
| ain’t no informing ting |
| don’t call the 5−0 |
| they will kill for the money that you have |
| when you hand the gold to make the dough you better lie low |
| every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere |
| And me say bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| money fi di poor me say, and through the weather |
| bless up fi di poor |
| make your, make your life better |
| better, better, better |
| Babylon days are numbered |
| I see them fall and slumber |
| I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down |