Oi who's that boy Lethal B Oi who's that boy Lethal B Oi who's that boy Lethal B The one who rides bikes And just don't give a D We're like uh oh, there's that boy Lethal B Uh oh, there's that boy Lethal B Uh oh, there's that boy Lethal B Draw bare girls draw bare beanie Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face When you're in the wrong place When you're in the wrong game And your rhymes are lame And you sound all the same All I want to do is make money and claim Girls wanna go on like a little hotshot Your man's a top-shotter And so what nowadays no-one really cares What man you got it's the year 2/1 Anyone can get pop I'm off the hook this year Gettin mad money off the lyrics this year When I enter the room bare man dem will stare Look at that boy he thinks he's a top br'er Nowadays you know they don't really care When I go rave I don't go br'er I draw bare girls draw bare number Hey what did you say Be careful yeah, bare thugs in here
Oi who's that O to the Z Oi who's that O to the Z Oi who's that O to the Z Another bad man inside the party Like uh oh, who's that O to the Zs Uh oh, who's that O to the Zs Uh oh, who's that O to the Zs My lyrics so chilly they leave a cool breeze Hold the mic and I'll flex I'm a lyrical architect, O to Z on Set step on the mic nuff thugs get vex When I girls I use the Durex What next I rock the Club Rex like Aztecs What venues next bop straight through with my Avirex Girls wanna breed and go on like skets to More Fire Crew Punker send threats Burn them with lighter when they chat wet Lyrics them crunch like a cornet Watch us rip up the set I bet O to the Z to the Z, I to the E, Ozzie B Step 'pon the mic to get them lively Rip up the vibe with the MC
Oi who's that N double E Oi who's that N double E Oi who's that N double E The one with the thugged out mentality Like uh oh, there's that N double E Uh oh, there's that N double E Uh oh, there's that N double E Born in the ghetto and I don't give a D Understand check out the dangarganany Man this any man in my gang get banged in the jaw Forehand backhand, lyrics them are flowin As if they were quicksand Rockin wannabies like the Wu-Tang Clan man Them wanna playa - hate us 'cos we're nang Monitor our lyrics and runnin bare scam See man on road and you wanna get prang Don't question if I've got a 9 milli Forget the zoots and blaze on a philly If you really wanna see a nigga get silly You can hold a big one straight to your belly Everybody wanna know what be the dilly How come More Fire flex so jiggy Don't ever take us for no hillbilly Us man are hot while the rest are chilly (are chilly are chilly chilly chiily) They really think we don't know what they're sayin You know Man they're sayin we're not worth anything Man them sayin were not worth 50 pounds The tables will turn man the tables will turn Players man 1-1 2-2 fuzzy don't screw rat tat tat tat My tap bust and bless you 1-2 1-2 Neeko ah pass through Cardiac arrest will send A boy 'pon a curfew 3-3 4-4 5-5 6-6 how you gonna catch me When I'm on my R-66 Ridin through the rain and the snow cold Blitz blitz 'bout to go link a girl And suck off her tits tits
Oi who's that More Fire Crew Oi who's that More Fire Crew Oi who's that More Fire Crew Say what you wanna say Do what you do now Like uh oh we're that More Fire Crew Uh oh we're that More Fire Crew Uh oh we're that More Fire Crew With lyrics round you You're 'bout to get slew