| So, what you thinkin' about London City, aye?
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| (East London, ghetto, West London, ghetto)
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| What you think you know?
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| (North London, ghetto, South London, ghetto)
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| Big Ben tells the time
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| (Stand up, stand up, yeah)
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| Above the London roads the holy ground, grind
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| Young hustlers, we graft all the time non-stop, UK war
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| Maybe I’ll find you there for myself
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| (You hear me)
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack
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| Lord knows, I got the devil on my back
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| It’s a cold world, l gotta stay on track
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| Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack
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| In the LDN where I learnt to attract
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| Clacka, I can show you where it’s at
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| First things first, get a block and a flat
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| Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat
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| Livin' in the Big Brother’s cameras' view
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| Keep an eye out for the boys in blue
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| Straight five years gettin' caught, that’s you
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| Sittin' in the cell still wondering who
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| Couldn’t keep quiet, now you on a diet
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| Mash potato, cauliflower and stew
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| Pissed off with not a lot to do
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| And the word on the street don’t ever seem new
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| And none of it will ever seem true
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| Endless hype, who do you believe?
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| Will it relieve the loneliness at night?
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| Remain deceived if you’re convinced it might
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| You know for well, what the streets are like
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| Few more Mercs, couple more Rangers
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| Other than that not a lot else changes
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| Sky looks grey in London City
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| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Sky looks grey in London City
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| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| I used to roll money up against the wall
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| Never did wanna play hopscotch
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| Now I’m pennyhole parkin', laughin'
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| 'Cause I’m back in the white man’s clutches
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| And I’ve been doin' this since Tamagotch
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| I G. I Joe any boy in my face
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| Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff
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| Bring it on star, watch
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| By the end of the hours of the clock
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| I’ll end your days, you’ll think I’m crazed
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| When I’ll give you the midnight rock
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| End of sentence, full stop
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| Now, what you gonna say about that?
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| I’ll put all your plans in a knot
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| Make you put all your mind’s on the spot
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| I’m probably everything that you’re not
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| I’m totally mad, you’ve lost the plot
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| To even consider gettin' me caught
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| Carried off to a hospital, block and shock
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| On the table ready to operate, never me
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| I dictate and delegate who’s heavyweight
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| I’m king of the ring
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| Make moves in any state
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| LDN, we do our thing
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| Sky looks grey in London City
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| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Sky looks grey in London City
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| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Hustle, hustle constantly
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| Damn right, yeah, you’re damn right
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| Young hustlers, London City, stand up
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| LDN, they know us in the world
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| You know our time is
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| I swear all teacups
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| To enter the four bucks, is Buckingham Palace
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| I’ma show you how gritty it is out here
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| You gonna know, you gonna understand
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| It’s Dizzee Rascal solo, yo, I’m here, what?
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| Ghetto UK style up
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| Dizzy Ras, Gizza Bell sayin'
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| I’ma back, swear to you |