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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lethal Bizzle
Performer
More Fire Crew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Osmond Bowes
Songwriter
Darren Hector
Composer
Maxwell Ansah
Songwriter
C.Matthews
Songwriter
C. Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Osmond Bowes
Producer
Platinum 45
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Intro]
Oi, what's that More Fire boys?
Who's seen them More Fire boys?
Oi, dem boys are chiefs you know? Lethal B
Ozzie B, Neeko, dem boy think they're ruff you know?
Oi, dem boys are anything, they're anything
Oi, truss me, they-, oi
Must'a seen that Lethal B boy the other day
Must'a try screw man
Boy's got Avirex, man thinks he's ruff
Blud, he's ah eediat, bruv
Who's that Ozzie B as well?
Ozzie B thinks he's hectic
What? Manaman ah blow that Rex, what!
Anyone can blow up Rex
So what if he blew up Rex, what!
Neeko with his gun man
Man goin' on like he got bare machine
I ain't seen no machine, you get me?
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Hey boy, what's the case?
I can tell by your face, when 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
Gyallie want to go on like a likkle hotshot
Well your man's a top-shotter, and so what?!
Nowadays no-one really care what you got
It's the year 2-1, anyone can get pop
[Verse 2]
I'm off the hook this year
Getting mad money off the lyrics this year
When I enter room bare mandem ah stare
Look at that boy thinks he's a top brer
Nowadays you know I don't really really care
When I go rave I don't go screw brer
Draw bare girls, draw bare number
Hey, what did I say?
Be careful yeah, bare thugs in here
[Chorus]
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 badman 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
[Verse 3]
Hold the mic and I'll flex
I'm a lyrical architect, O to the Z's on the set
Step on the mic, nuff thugs get vex
When I bang girls I use the Durex
What next? I rock the Club Rex
Nike Aztec, what venues next?
Bop straight through with my Avirex
Girls wanna bred and go on like skets
To More Fire Crew
Punk ah send threats
Burn-dem-wiv-ah-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 and get them lively
Rip the vibe with the mic, I'm the MC
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
Understand, check out the Don gorgon
Any man dis any man in my gang
Get banged in the jaw forehand, backhand
Lyric dem are flowing as if they were quicksand
Rocking Wallabees like the Wu-Tang Clan
Mandem wanna playa hate us 'cos we're nang
Monitor our lyrics and running bare scam
See man on road and you gonna 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 will say we're anything
Man ah say we're not worth 50 pound
The tables will turn man
The tables will turn
Haters man, dem man ah chat anyting man
(Ey, you know what let's tell them)
[Verse 5]
1-1 2-2 fassy, don't screw
Rat tat tat tat, bang and buss and bless you
1-2 1-2 Neeko ah pass through
Cardiac arrest will send ah boy pon a curfew
3-3, 4-4, 5-5, 6-6, How you gonna catch me when I'm on my R-6, 6?
Riding through the rain and the snow cold, blitz, blitz
'Bout to go link a girl and suck arff her tits, tits
[Chorus]
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
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 slew
Written by: C. Wilson, Casim Scott, Casmin Mathews, Charles Willoughby, D Hector, Maxwell Ansah, Osmond Bowes