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
Uh, oh, 
there's that boy Lethal B
Uh, oh, there's that boy Lethal B
Uh, oh, 
there's that boy Lethal B
Drawing bare girls drawing bare beanie
Hey boy, 
what's the case I can tell by
Your face that 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 girls want to
Go on like a 
little hotshot
Your man's a top-shotter and so
What now days 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 getting 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
Now days you know I 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 things 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
Uh oh, there's that O to the Zs
Uh oh, there's that O to the 
Zs
Uh oh, there'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
Aztec what venues next bop 
straight
Through with my Avirex girls wanna
Breed and go on like skets 
to
More Fire Crew punk a send threats
Burn dem with 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 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
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 he don't give 
a
D, understand check out the
Dangargan any man dis any man in my
Gang 
get banged in the jaw forehand
Backhand, lyrics them are flowing
As if 
they were quicksand, rocking
Wallabies like the Wu-Tang Clan man
Dem wanna 
playa-hate us 'cos we're
Nang, monitor our lyrics and running
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 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
They' saying we're not worth 
anything
Man dem saying were not worth
50 pounds the tables will turn man 
the
Tables will turn, playas man
1-1 2-2 fuzzy don't screw rat 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, riding
Through the rain and the snow 
cold
Blitz blitz 'bout to go link a girl
And suck off her

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
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 like we
You're 'bout to get slew