The place where ya find the coldestnballers you ever seen,nbut they locked up or dead, not in thenpremier league,nbest kid that I knew turned feind by 16,nit seems things never the way you see in yandreams,nyears past, tears start, kids turn to teens,nthat sweet child you knew, grill dun turn mean,ndaddy left him and reality set in, there'snno cream,nand it's embarrassing goin school withnholes in ya jeans,nso you know the cycle, it's little bags of green,nget expelled and sell the world hell by 16,nfuck a couple pristine chicks that suck dick mean,ncouple bottles of cris sipped and wrist slit mean,nand it's logical, lucky niggas do time that's horrible,ncatch the flipside and ya speak with the oracle,nit's fucked up yeah, but that's just how it is, nand aint nuttin' on these roads gonna change but the clip,nnChorusnThis is London,nblack tugs bust big slugs,nThis is London,ngive ya fuckin' punks tough love,nThis is London,nsingle mums dat pump drugs,nThis is London, Bruva this is Londonnn(London calling...)nnThe place where it don't matter if younnever sold a shot,nNever run up on a nigga like gimme what you got,nGet ya brain sprayed on the pave, in front of the rave,nNo reason, other than niggas isnfrustrated,nSo many catchin cases, over screw faces,nAnd dumb shit, like we come from different places,nLondon, get ya shit smoked like a chalice,nSame city, different planet, fromnBuckingham Palace,nWhere young tugs is clutchin' big strapsnthat's Russian,nAnd dyin' to buss it, what the fuck good isndiscussions?nWhere hood rats is suckin, any dick thatnpush a nice sumthin',nAnd them said gyal'a get you set like yanlife's nuthin',nCoz life's nuthin', that's just how it is,nAnd there ain't nuthin on these roadsngonna change but the clip, nnChorusnnThe place where you don't fuck with thenTurks or the Asians,nTriads, pikey's, even Caucasians,nWhere them cockney boys will chiv yournface, you mug,nNo love, every colour mentality thug,nBut we take it to a whole 'nother level,nLittle girls gettin' shot in the back is notnclever,nNever far from the hood, even in thensticks,nCouple wrong turns, get dash out ya whip,nBy some little skinny kid, think he big withnthe chrome,nThey said he'd be the next Ian Wright butnthe skunk said no,nIn this place, if you work you're an idiot,nMost of the smartest muthafuckersnilliterate,nCoz tax is a bitch, take half of ya pension,nJust to fight war, now they wantncongestion,nAnd they wonder why we all goin insane,nThis is London, tell me is your city thensame? nnChorus