[Speaking]

Shut up, yo
Everyday, you see what I'm saying
Took time out, it's nothing
Don't you know, that's all we does out here
You see what i'm saying?
Music werent getting me this money man
But I'm back now innit, my P's are up!

[Verse 1]

Look it's Bashy, I'm back in this bitch
You're not the fucking boss
You pussyole you're just a worker here, hold a box
Hustling is essential, me? I only fuck girls like I was lesbian
Them lot are homosexual
Yo, I'll rape this Continental
I can cop a Continental, whip it through the Green in Kensal
Yeah, they chat wicked but when we come around they're without words like an instrumental
Tucking in their precious metals
Nuff man talk 'bout guns, shut up!
The only shells they've ever seen or used is when they're filling up their petrol
Need to be successful, hold raves, shot tapes, rent out escorts
Work for Royal Mail, steal credit cards and chequebooks
I love money, can't you tell? (I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a)
Like Barry Reece before he went to jail
Money's my religion, no God, no Allah or Buddah
Won't stop 'til I'm 800 million up like Alan Sugar

[Kidulthood clip]

I can't believe you swallowed that guys spunk
I hate it, it tastes like salty egg whites
Mmmm!