Ozzie B - Oi! lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lethal Bizzle] 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 popped I'm off the hook this year Gettin' mad money off the lyrics this year When I enter the room bare mandem will stare Look at that boy, he thinks he's a top br'er Nowadays you know I don't really really care When I go rave I don't go screw br'er Draw bare girls draw bare number Hey what did I say Be careful yeah, bare thugs in here [Verse 2 - Ozzie B] 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 Z's Uh oh, who's that O to the Z's Uh oh, who's that O to the Z's My lyrics so chilly they leave a cool breeze Hold the mic and I'll flex I'm a lyrical architect, O to the Z on the set Step on the mic 'nuff thugs get vexed When I bang girls I use the Durex What next? I rock the Club Rex like Aztecs What venue's next? Bop straight through with my Avirex Girls wanna breed and go on like skets to More Fire Crew Punk'a 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 [Verse 3 - Neeko] 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 dangargan Any man diss any man in my gang, get banged in the jaw Forehand, backhand, lyrics them are flowin' As if they were quicksand Rockin' wannabes 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 n***a get silly You can hold a big one straight to your billy 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 [Verse 4 - More Fire Crew] 1-1 2-2 fast heat don't screw rat tat tat tat My gat bust and bless you 1-2 1-2 Neeko ah pa** 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 s** 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 brand new You're 'bout to get slewed