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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, them boys think they're ruff you know
Oi, dem boys are anything, they're anything
Oi, truss me, 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
Man man ah blow that Rex, what!
Anyone can blow up Rex,
So what if he blew up Rex, what!
An' Neeko with his gun man
Man goin' on like he got bare machine
I ain't seen no machine

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
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
Gally want to go on like a little hotshot
Well 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
Getting mad money off the lyrics this year
When I enter room bare man dem 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 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 badman 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 the Z 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 to get them lively
Rip the vibe with the ma-mic 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 Dangargan
Any man diss any man in my gang
Get banged in the jaw, forehand, backhand,
Lyrics them 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 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

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 pounds
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)

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-66,
Riding 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 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