Intro (feat. Lefty, Uncle Raymond & Mum)

Pure

(Pure, pure, pure)

Koke

(Koke, koke koke)

Once upon a crime

Far, far away

Was a dark, mysterious place believed to have been built upon a graveyard

The notorious Stonebridge Estate

Which consisted of over fifteen high-rise blocks

That towered over the skies of Northwest London

Was a predominantly Afro-Caribbean population from the influx of the wind rush

Many years ago

Stonebridge was riddled with poverty

Notorious for its underground world

Of murders

Drugs

Guns and yardie gangs

Where crack fiends took refuge under pissy stairways and hallways of abandoned blocks

Stonebridge was swamped with murders

And unsolved gun crime went hidden in the shadows of each block

Police struggled to break down the wall of silence

In this breeding ground for gangs

And violence

Stonebridge was truly a concrete jungle

Where only the strong survive

Wait there, wait there!

(Ray, come on, please)

(Please, come on)

Get in, get in!

(Wait, wait, please)

I said get in, you dozy cow

(Get, ah-ha, ah-ha-ah)

Are you alright, are you alright?

(No, no more mafia, please)

Wait, wait, we'll be there in a minute!

(Get me there quick, ah-ha)

Relax

(Oh, Ray!)

(Ah!)

(Oh-oh)

Don't worry, we're there, we're there, we're there, we're there, we're there man, we're there!

(Ah)

Hold it!

(Open, please, ah)

Hold it!

(Ah!)

I said hold it!

(Ah!)

May 22nd, a bastard was born

(Ah, ah!)

From a stolen car straight into the hospital ward

No father, no answers, nobody at all

Just my heartbroken mother tryna cuddle me warm

I felt heartache and struggle from the moment I spawned

Missin' pieces to the puzzle from the moment I crawled

Then God blessed me with a brother that I love to the core

It's just me, him, and mommy livin' life in the norm

Amongst thieves, fiends, and hustlers, you adjust for the cause

It's survival of the fittest, ain't no love for the poor

In this mini crack city, ain't no love for the Lord

Just big gangs active outside of my door

So I'm outside with the four

Chasin' pound signs, shottin' raw

Tryna find the silver linin' living inside of this horror

And every time I try to rise, it's like they try to pull me under

Fightin' to survive, livin' life up in my borough