S-X - Bluku! Bluku! lyrics

Oh my word [Hook: D Double E] Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead Runnin' tings [?] me no chat to no fed Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead Runnin' tings red nah me no chat to no fed [Verse 1: D Double E] What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you? Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look like you What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you? Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look (I'm behind you) I don't wanna hear no more talk These boys don't know more war Shank in the leg so you can't no more walk Now you definitely taking the leg, blud Who's gonna come about pure war talk? Who wants to be outlined in chalk? You shoulda known better, it was all your fault Real bad man don't normally talk Look like Skibba man, deal with the matter Just like sicker man deal with the case You said my n***as don't watch no face Come to the ends, bust shells in face I don't really wanna make it a court case 'Cos I know that you got Trident on base You can't keep up with my pace ??? many more friends ina my space [Hook: D Double E] [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] It's the E3 African Ready for action and I'm the main attraction Everybody stopping and clocking to see How I'm holding or what I be rocking I got the whole world jocking, chart topping Dirty South hip-hopping with the big ba** knocking Fully thugged out, never stopping All blacked out so the feds can't spot him, going on so rotten It don't cease People telling me to increase the peace I release decrease when I reach the East But I release the beast, I don't care Real bare chest, no Jesus piece I'm John the Baptiste, wetting the road up Hold up, I showed up flinging my gold up Blinging and winging 'em out, I leave 'em in gold dust Said they're running the town, but nobody told us I never got the memo, I'm sorry fellow You're a level below, I never even said hello You're soft like jelo, I roll hard I go dumb but I'm far from a retard Blackberry at my yard on recharge IPhone in my car, that's me, star And I stay on the ball like FIFA Still I stay smoking the potent reefer See ya [Hook: D Double E] [Verse 3: D Double E] I'm connected to more gangs than Ross Kemp Manchester back down to Kent Don't draw for the leng, a hundred percent No p**y round here blud, I can't smell a scent If you think that then you're not thinking sense My mandem [?] No muscle, no need to tense [?] bullet hole inside your ten pence Nah, it's not me that you wanna come against Car, whether you're small or hench Got a big chest 'cos you love up the bench When I release the cell you'll be losing strength Understand I'm not talking friends You know war with me, blud, it's too intense I just hope your team's got good defense Just know [Hook: D Double E] Bluku bluku