Lethal Bizzle Oi Lyrics

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
Uh, oh, there's that boy Lethal B
Uh, oh, there's that boy Lethal B
Uh, oh, there's that boy Lethal B
Drawing bare girls drawing bare beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by
Your face that you're in the wrong
Place and 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 want to
Go on like a little hotshot
Your man's a top-shotter and so
What now days 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 getting mad money off the
Bare man dem will stare look at that
Boy he thinks he's a top br'er
Now days you know I 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 things 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
Uh oh, there's that O to the Zs
Uh oh, there's that O to the Zs
Uh oh, there's that O to the Zs
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 f___ girls I use the Durex
What next I rock the Club Rex
Like Aztec what venues next
Bop straight through
With my Avirex
Girls wanna breed and go on like skets to More Fire Crew
Punk a send threats
Burn dem with lighter when they chat wet
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
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 he don't give a
D, understand check out the
Dangargan any man dis any man in my
Gang get banged in the jaw forehand
As if they were quicksand, rocking
Wallabies like the Wu-Tang Clan man
Dem wanna playa-hate us 'cos we're
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 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

They really think we don't know
What they're saying, you know man
They' saying we're not worth anything
Man dem saying were not worth
50 pounds the tables will turn man the
Tables will turn, playas man
1-1 2-2 fuzzy don't screw rat 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, riding
Through the rain and the snow cold
Blitz blitz 'bout to go link a girl
And suck off her

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
Uh, oh we're that More Fire Crew
Uh, oh we're that More Fire Crew
Uh, oh we're that More Fire Crew
You're 'bout to get slew