Bermondsey

Took a bag of the dust and flipped it
I work like a bleeding dog
Same old trusty biscuit
The hammer don't lock
Points up and down that postcode
Offside where the lads don't go
We throw fists like AJ
Sent 'em back to the Ladbroke Grove (yeah)

I got deals
Just let me know what you need
I'll be down in the local boozer
Minimum score or delivery fee
Charlie Chaplin, his head got bashed with a walking stick (bow)
Silent movie, don't talk or I'll snatch your lips

Drive about in a blacked-out car (Beamer)
If a man try run then he won't get far (wheeler)
Moving the pack like, "Cheers mate, ta" (dealer)
You don't wanna come 'round here, get mashed
Run a man down in my sandals
I'm too hot to handle
You don't wanna take this gamble
Left with a name, and a bench, and a candle (yes)

Off my noodle
Got boys ringing for the bugle
Ringing on my phone like Jesus Christ
'Cause I got the kit and caboodle

You need practice
Soppy bollocks, you ain't on crud (nah)
I'll do ya dirty, leave your face in the country mud (little mug)
Heavyweight champ
Swing fists but I don't use gloves
Anywhere public (yeah)
Lost count, so many fights on a London bus (true)

I've had fights on a London Tube (bow)
Pushed him into the closing door
Then I kung fu kicked his noodle
Spark out on the platform floor
I've had fights in a London pub
Knocked a judge out in the central court (come on, come on)
I had a ruck in a restaurant Thursday
Cheffed him up with a kitchen fork

I've been (I've been) working (working), moving (moving), coca (coca)
I've been, (I've been) drinking, (drinking), never, (never), sober (sober)
Pistol (pistol), tuck it, (tuck it), shoot it, (shoot it), fuck it, (fuck it)
Ladies, (ladies), love it (love it), money's, (money's) coming, (coming)
I've been about way too long mate
Sit back down and shut your mouth (shut your mouth)
I walk outside with a big black suit and a pistol .44 rounds

Fag in me hand in between the fingers
Is a drink and the can gets stunned
If you want a man knocked in the noggin'
Best come jogging with a bag of sand

We don't wanna hear no talk about who's on top
If it ain't obvious by now, I don't know what's wrong with ya
Yeah, and as for them lot
Well, we still ain't heard back from them, have we?