[Intro: Bugzy Malone]

Yo, Bugzy Malone, 010'

Flush TV, listen

Look, look

[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]

Picture this, I'm chilling

But the guy next to me must have been pilling or suttin'

Because he keeps ramping and chatting

But the way that he's doing, it's pushing a button

It's like I can feel it inside me

I don't wanna get vexed and knock the kid out

So I don't and I keep it inside me

'Cause I don't wanna wake up in a police cell

With no shoe laces and a charge sheet

So that's why you see that I'm holding it down

But you know I'm not down with batties

So the guy next to me just best step back before he gets rushed like a fatty

With his bottom lip bust, forehead cracked

But I look and he's looking right at me

So I'm thinking does he want it with me, me?

So I start turning a bit, I'm screwing and my head starts burning a bit

But I don't wanna' waste time teaching a prick that it's daft to be rampin' and deeking and shit

Deeking and shit but he's still watching

I've got a drink in my hand, I'm cotching

Does this nigga want grabbing and slinging

To the side of the room where nobodies standing?

So I stand up and look round

Drink in my hand I've already put down

'Cause I can feel it going off soon

If it does everybody will be running around

But he's not ready for what I'm packing

I got a machete in my waist line no doubt but I call it the Samurai sword

When I whip it out everybody starts running about, I start running about

I don't pull a gun out, everybody's screaming looking to duck out

But back to the point with the guy deeking

He got brave and told me to suck out

I did say it, I was ready to destroy that fool

Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool

Try to chief a nigga but didn't bring no tool

So I said "You can suck out"

Turn into the devil, this time whip out the Samurai sword so quick that

The nigga that tried it got looked at

I was gonna let him off but fuck that

I made sure that nigga got chopped up bad

And the rest of the niggas that looked back got chased to the fire exit, caught up and left in a blacked out body bag

So I'm leaving the place, place

'Cause I know Feds' will be all over the place

And my heart beats slowing down now

It's going about the same speed as the bass

So, so, I'm on a back street now

By myself and I put the Samurai sword down

Walking the street blacked out with my hands in my pockets

And a blacked out car slows down

Four niggas pulled up in a blacked out whip

Three niggas jumped out on a hype ting

First nigga jumped out, I said "Really what's good"

He said "nuttin, but I'm on a hype ting

I did say it I was ready to destroy that fool

Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool

Tried to jack a nigga but didn't bring no tool

So I said, "I'm on a hype ting"

Turn into the devil, sky turns red

Everybody starts running about

Them niggas got clapped up for running their mouth

But keep your trap shut, I'll run in your house

My hype tings over, jump in the whip

Put the pedal to the metal

Lights on red, red

Don't give a fuck I just start skidding about

Don't give a fuck I just start skidding about

[Verse 2: Bugzy Malone]

I've been keeping an eye on them

I've been gone, moving sly on them

And don't think cause the mixtape dropped

That I switched up and turned pretty boy guy on them

It's not that, I don't confide in them

I don't care if anybody's buying them

Set man asked me for a free CD and I was just access denying them

Move sly on them, 'cause I'm Bugzy Malone, I hire them

And if they ever come back with the wrong beef

Switch like Nino Brown and fire 'dem

I'm a tyrant and I'm coming out of retirement

You got straps, but you rely on them

Are you forgetting that Bugz is violent?

With anybody that you know, your brother get beat up like Bruno

Twisted up like say you never knew Judo

Don't care if your belly big like Sumo

You don't wanna see me turn 'loco

Turn into the devil, sky turns red

Everybody ends up with a broke nose

Set niggas got laid down with a low blow

One peck and they're going "Bugzy Malone"

Make everybody go sleep like Roy Jones

Leave niggas with a slice, Kimbo

Not even hittin' them twice, bingo

Sleeping, went to a party on Saturday evening

The minute I walked into the kitchen

The tallest kid in the place was deeking, leave him

Well I tried but he lost his mind and just started switching

That's when I turned cold, freezing

I said "Come to the road", screaming

True story, stay locked in

'Cause you're looking at the hand that rocked him

And you're looking at the man that knocked him out

I left girls screaming "You've killed him, you've killed him, you've killed him"

Shake up everybody in the building, 'cause I'm hitting em' flush

And that's ironic, 'cause it is Flush that's filming

Yo, back town just to show them what the Manny man are bringing

Just bars, no singing, just stars, no long ting

I'm the Swagga-man

I've got the wickedest garms to the wickedest creps, no joke ting

I bring fire to the booth, it's smoking

I use the lighter and gas to provoke him

It's potent, everybody in the place now needs a gas mask

'Cause they're choking, I'm not boasting

When it comes to this heater ting and road side, I'm toasting

You'll get sprayed up, left soaking

You might find me in the manor just loaking

Or in the gym just hitting and moving

The mixtapes got the wickedest tunes in

I'm coming with a new sound

Got everyone running a running right round, banging

Mortal Kombat freestyle, get over here, Scorpion wins outstanding

Look, let me drop back in, Bugzy Malone I get sick, crack in

I started this ting full to the brim

But I start- half of the riddim, just don't pack in

I go down with this shit, Captain

Since I'm one of the last men standing

I leave all of your niggas just acting scared, shook, hands rattling

They don't want it, they get smacked in

I spent most of my childhood battling

So I'm an OG in my own way

If you don't believe me ask Paul who slapped him

I sacked him, 'cause he was out there causing trouble and attracting attention

I don't need that without a mention, ran man down like a P-Reg engine

I don't care what you're curling or benching

You could be 6 foot 5, hench and looking like a serious guy

I'll still reach up and knock you out, sleeping

I don't care who you chill with

You could be 6 foot 8, sick and chilling with a load of your mates

I'll still start throwing about my weight, screaming