Lyrics:

I was raised in a city with no heart,
Where there's no car,
Steppin' when it comes to be gettin' that dough fast,
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler
Raised on the battle field,
Born as a sufferer,
Before I had a deal I was still stackin' deals,
Get punked sell food to the customers,
Now I get love crews in the back o' the S Class,
Dem can't move like dat Y'na,
(I was raised in)
I come from where man were done for hardly nuthin'
You can see it in the blues that I'm hardly frontin'
Got kids with guns in the heart of London,
Bullet proof vests like half a hundred,
There's no actors and actresses barely around here,
This matches them straps of Manchesters,
Soon as you exit Stanstead you might see...

I was raised in the city when they was out Blazin a Philly,
I was on the 5 bus chasing the titties
At tha back of the class undoin bras wi' a stiffy,
Tenisha, testa, lesly and richie,
It's a cold cold world,
Ganstas living ina Po Po World,
So I'm ina co co with a go go girl,
Escaping reality that I know so well
But when ya a kid ya don't know no betta,
Boy find trouble tryin' ta find that cheddar,
Money breeds envy
Might get set-up
My pockets get empty
Niggas get jealous
Killa now told them ??? ??? ???
I think you are stretching that ketchup from the south of da border
And all across the east has got round here
Gotta see it to believe it

Baby just because ima Londoner
now I love London Town but London's foul
London's a merry go round a cycle of life full of ups n downs
Cos up till now we could have neva won
With the odds against us a million to one
See the witness messy a ligasliga a slum
Don't fight says jordan now you really get a stiffy on