Oi (feat. More Fire Crew)

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 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 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 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 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 lyrics dem 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 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 Backhand, lyrics them are flowing As if they were quicksand, rocking Wallabies like the wu-tang clan man Dem wanna playa-hate us 'cos we're Nang, monitor our lyrics and running 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 With lyrics like we You're 'bout to get slew