Greedee

Lyrics
Now hear dis Tell dem dredlocks I won you fe know dis Every time we come We come intelligent - seen If we no come intelligent Then we no come at all Dub war bring it first - seen Rock out with a different touch Coming with the strength an power of dynamite We no ramp or skin with it Yes, we come for jump into the apocalypse Grabericious and dangerous Wanting more yet fit to bust Eye dem bigger dan dem belly Changing the books an the history Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee If life was a ting dat money could... The rich would live and the poor would... If life was a ting dat money could... The rich would live and the poor would... Step it up, greediness it a run de country It's like a disease we got from the age of 3 Give me 1, 2, 4, 5, more than I can stand As soon we gerrit it burn a hole in your hand Wa wa wa, oh my god Some of us are living but we find it hard Worship the face of ya currency Give the needy not the... Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, revolution Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Sometimes I wonder as I look see dem die Anorexic nation bring dem tears to my eyes We sing dis song when we know we're just the same We point our fingers when it's us who's to blame If life was a ting dat money could... The rich would live and the poor would die If life was a ting dat money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee (Revolution) Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee (Revolution) Greedee, greedee, greedee, greedee (Revolution) Greedee, greedee, greedee
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Credits
- Writers
- Benji Webbe
- Jeff Rose
- Martyn Ford
- Richie Glover