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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 Ima, Ima 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 cant 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 than 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 a 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 Gangstas living ina Po Po world, So I'm in a co co with a go go girl Escaping reality that I know so well But when ya a kid ya don't know betta Boy find trouble tryin' ta find that cheddar, Money breeds envy Might get set-up My pockets get empty Nigas 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 and downs Coz up till now we could of 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. |