Against All Odds

I was raised in a city with no heart,

Where theres no car,

Steppin' when it comes to be gettin' that dough fast,

Im a hustler, Im a, Im 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 costomers,

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 that im hardly frontin'

Got kids with guns in the heart of London,

Bullet proof vests like half a hundred,

Theres no acters and actress' bearley 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 livign 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 no 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 I'ma Londoner

Now I love London Town but Londons foul

Londons a merry go round a cycle of life full of ups n downs

Cos 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