graftin'

rascal, dizzee

so what you thinking 'bout london city now aye

who dya city love

west london

south london. i'm the london hustler a golden grind

grind. young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark

non stop uk walk. yo as a hustler in the city before i came to stack lord knows i got the devil on ma back so call

when i gotta stay on track dog e god and i'll stay if you like in the ld and what i done to attract

calm that i can show you where it's at first things first get a block n a flat next up get a black

hoodie anf a hat living in the big brothers camera view giving my axe to the boys in blue. straight 5 years getting caught that's you

sitting in a cell still wondering who don't keep quiet and keep it on

a diet mash potato cauliflower and stew. pissed off with not a lot to do and the word on the

street don't ever seem new and resisting arrest don't even seem true endless heart who do you believe

and will it ever relieve the loneliness let's see if you remain convinced on my you know what the

streets are like a few more words a couple more rages other than that not a lot else changes. sky looks green

london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

hustle hustle hustle

hustle hustle hustle cos there means

sky looks green

london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

i used to roll your money up against the wall whenever i played hopscotch

well i'm clinical

parking life cos i'm back in the white mans cotch i'm being doing this since papa? i don't want any

boy in my face invading my space or bring on star and watch!

i'll end your hours on the clock i'll end your days you'll think i'm crazed when i give you big black

clock end your sentence. full stop. now what you gonna say about gats i know your platinum or not your fought all your rhymes on spot but

i'm probably everything that you're not. you're totally mad you've lost the plot do you even consider getting

me gone carried off to a hospital like a shot on top of a table?

i'll dictate and relegate who's

heavyweight i'm king on the ring make music instinct you know i do everything. sky looks green

london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

hustle hustle hustle

hustle hustle hustle cos there means

sky looks green

london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

damn right yeah

young hustlers london city stand up

ama show you it's gritty out ere

ye man serious. u beta know you betta understand

its dizzee rascal solo

i'm ere wot!

everyone stand up

dizzee rascal gizza bell!

i swear to you.

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