Bugzy Malone - Hotbox EP. 01 SE.02 lyrics

(Verse 1 - Bugzy Malone) I used to play Spyro, on the PS1 Way before I ever wanted to be a don Way before I ever seen a man with a gun I used to fall asleep with the comedy on It was live-o, I would chill on the block Play football yeah I was f**ing it up FIFA Street, listening to Roll Deep Way before I'd ever put a man to sleep The Nintendo, Street Fighter, had me thinking I had a big rep Thought I was ready for my very first fight, little did I know I was way too light So I got beat up, stabbed in my leg Came home crying for the very last night Cause I swore down on my very own life That when I'm older I will bury those guys Jumped out of my window, one Saturday night All in black holding a raggedy knife (…?) On some family vibe and I'm like Oliver Twist and my family died I was loco, plus I'm creeping I seen them n***as that I didn't like These times riding a stolen bike I'm about to show the roads its time (Verse 2 – Sox) Sit back after work and light your cheese I got far in life ca' I believe I speak the truth can't lie to me Last year I was signed to next man By next year I'll have next man signed to me Don't f** up the ba** when I'm trying to eat I'll put stuff on your plate if you're nice to me Started with a mic and a grimey beat Now promoters are paying for my flights to Greece Malibu on the beach with a slice of peach I get the cake, go back to the estate And check Jaykae and like yo would you like a piece? Free the mandem I don't like the police Got sponsors sending me everything except socks that's irony Yo Bugzy ride the beat (Verse 3 – Bugzy Malone) Different town, different planet, different realm Me and Scorpion don't compare, cause I make Scorpion get over here I'll make Sub-Zero disappear cause I'll freeze him ‘til he goes crystal clear Let me get one thing crystal clear, I am the wickedest ting round here But you know, I'll catch man when they're home alone I'm in the atmosphere like cologne Nobody does this ting like Malone I make jet black boy turn yellow Them man are liars, Pinocchio I'm in first gear and I'm on one wheel Let me hit second, I spit a sixteen from my lethal weapon And that's real, I'm like Angelina Jolie in Wanted I bend a shot like Beckham How can a human fight with a lion? Im coming like King from Tekken I've been gone for time And I said into the devil I turn That was like a split second I make the sky turn red And everybody in the building goes missing (Verse 4 – Sox) I said Dr. Robotnik, I'm the boss Mind your business, yeah my whole lifes a job Got b**hes that I f** like a dog My own instincts told me to write a song Light a bong ca' I ain't touched mic for long I wanna beat but it's gotta be a grimey one You should know about me, you should know about me I'm grimey John, man already know what I'm on Everybody knows where I'm from Big inna the manor from when Big inna the manor from long But where have all these lot gone I don't fear an MC not one I've got a fan base these lot want Oh what a damn shame he's not Sox Ding dong, holler at Hitman He'll hit man with a stick like a gong Have man thinking he's in Hong Kong You think you're sick but you're wrong You think you're big and you're strong Man have already done sh** you wish you was on Don't chat sh** to me don Scrap that bar that you writ for me don (Verse 5 – Bugzy Malone) I'm Bugzy Malone again And I'm home again so I'm zoning in I didn't think I'd see microphone again The booth phoned me out, lost in meanwhile city zoning out But I was lonely then, I'm not lonely now I got friends again, who wanna know me now But the voice in my head said don't trust anybody, are you insane? Who said that? I'm in your brain, brain! Some say I've got personal problems, devilish thoughts Like run in and rob them but I don't wanna rob them this time Have you gone out of your mind? No! Stop wasting time, why? Somebody must die, hurry up and run up in side, side, side Jesus, this voice in my head is contagious and he's loco and he's dangerous We're on totally different pages it's like I don't wanna k** nobody, taking the arms and legs off a body I don't remember this JD bag, blacked out gloves, sawn off Shotty (Verse 6 – Sox) You won't find no better man, no better MC, no better plan No better technique, no better bang I hate gal dat move thirsty, go get a can If you want me to take all my things then leave b**h go get a van I take a piss cause I know that I can, nationwide so I get a grant That gal's better looks overly wham bet she ain't living at home with her nan See things clearer, man have got shows in Ibiza I'll leave here and go get a tan Big boy zoot pre-rolled in my hand like MK I can't get higher than I already am Like Slick don said yeah you know who I am So many gal wanna roll with my gang Hotbox business, bigging up Bugzy Malone Birmingham to Manchester!