Oi Lyrics

Oi lyrics

*Talking for about 45 seconds*



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 pop I'm off the hook this year

Gettin 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

Nowadays you know they 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 thugs 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

Like uh oh, who's that O to the Zs

Uh oh, who's that O to the Zs

Uh oh, who'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 Aztecs

What venues next bop straight through with my Avirex

Girls wanna breed and go on like skets to More Fire Crew

Punker 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



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 dangarganany

Man this any man in my gang get banged in the jaw

Forehand backhand, lyrics them are flowin

As if they were quicksand

Rockin wannabies 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 nigga 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 (are chilly are chilly chilly
chiily)

They really think we don't know what they're sayin

You know

Man they're sayin we're not worth anything

Man them sayin were not worth 50 pounds

The tables will turn man the tables will turn

Players man

1-1 2-2 fuzzy don't screw rat tat 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

Ridin through the rain and the snow cold

Blitz blitz 'bout to go link a girl

And suck 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 round you

You're 'bout to get slew