[INTRO]

So what d'you think you know 'bout London city now aye

What'cha think you know ?

Big Ben tells the time (stand up, stand up)

Above the London roads that hold the grime (the grime)

Young hustlers we graft all the time

Non stop UK wot

[BACKGROUND]

East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London

East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London

[VERSE 1]

Yo as I hustle in the city for a paper stack

Lord knows I got the devil on ma back

It's a cold world, I gotta stay on track

Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack

In the LDN, where I learn to attract

Clientele, I can show you where it's at

First things first, get a plot 'n' a flat

Next up, get a black hoodie and a hat

Living in the big brother's camera view

Keep an eye out for the boys in blue

Straight 5 years, getting caught, that's you

Sitting in a cell, still wondering who

Couldn't keep quiet, now you're on a diet

Mash potatoes, cauliflower and stew

Pissed off with not a lot to do

And the word on the street don't ever seem new

And none of it don't ever seem true

Endless hype, who do you believe?

And will it relieve the loneliness at night

(You) Remain deceived if you're convinced it might

You know full well what the streets are like

Few more Merc's, couple more ranges

Other than that, not a lot else changes

[Chorus]

Sky looks grey in London city

We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty

Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly

Sky looks grey in London city

We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty

Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly

[VERSE 2]

I used to roll money up against the wall

Never did wanna play hopscotch

Now I'm pinnacle parking, laughing

'Cos I'm dark in a white man's cotch

And I've been doing this since Tamagotch'

I G.I. Joe anybody in my face, invadin' my space

I'll klingon star, bring it on star, WATCH!

By the end of the hours on the clock, I'll end your days

You'll think I'm crazed when I give you the midnight rock

End of sentence...full stop

Now what you gonna say about that

I'll put all your plans on lock

Make you put all your mans on the spot

I'm totally everything that you're not

I'm totally mad, you've lost the plot

To even consider getting me got

Carried off to a hospital block in shock

On the table, ready to operate, never mate

I dictate and delegate, who's heavyweight

I'm king of the ring, make moves in any state

LDN we do our thing

[Chorus]

Sky looks grey in London city

We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty

Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly

Sky looks grey in London city

We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty

Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly

Damn right, yeah

Young hustlers, London city stand up

I'm a show you, its gritty out ere

Yeah man serious...

I swear to you, it ain't all teacups (nah man)

Up in Buckingham Palace (nah man)

I'm a show you how gritty it is out here (yeah man)

Serious

You gonna know

You gonna understand

It's Dizzee Rascal solo

I'm ere, what

Ghetto UK stand up

Dizzee Raas gi' us a bell or suttin' I'm about...

I swear to you...