I don't wanna screw, but nothin ain't new   I'll educate your whole crew when i come through   And you know its true, so what you gonna do?   You ain't got the foggiest, ain't got a clue      Got a little fame and yeah i got game   Get out my way with your dangerous for my name   All i gotta say, get out the way   Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay   And i hit MC's like croquet   If a boy pet then a boy must pay   You can start arms, we're not on the lay-lay   Please feel free, you can bring it any day   Anyway, get wet like Perrier   Better hope there's an ambulance on the way   OK if you wanna fight, just say   We uppercut MCs like Sugar Ray      Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars   But i want houses and i want cars   So i spit verses and a spit bars   I don't care what they're sayin   I ain't playin      Hot like lava, hot like hell   Move to your sister   Move to your girl   Charmeyne, Cherellene or Chantelle   You better hide your wife   Protect her well      Killer instinct, instinctive killer   Round here life cant get no realer   Young-guns flappin their gums wit no fear   Females, money and guns its all here      Top shottas, beer caps, street rats   Bent coppers aim for your knee-caps   Some pay a visit to jail without bail   Some stay on top of the game without fail      Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o   Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out)    skank out (skank out) and jump about      See-saw Marjore glore   Guess who's sneaked in through the back door   Born with a hack-saw through a trap door   Dizzee got a cheek and not much more   Whats that? violence? what's that? war?   Put him in a headlock, see if hes raw   I cause arms house on the dancefloor   Set trend, set standard, set score      Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle   Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle   Get strangled, get hold, get throttled   Dizzee come old skool like Aristotle   Blue-bottle flyin about in 6 zones   Eyes right, hope its sticks out, collar bone   We take girls from broken homes   Big batty's, big breast, light skin-tones      Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o   Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out)    skank out (skank out) and jump about (movin')      Didn't wanna listen, didn't wanna care   Left that boy in a gutter somewhere   When i talk live-o, when i talk rare   I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere   I gotta wash that girl out my hair   She's old news, everyones been there   No, we're not equal, no, we're not fair   That girl's anything, she gets air      That MC is dowd    Tell 'em i said it and i said it real loud   Goin' on rowdy, goin on rowd   That boy tried it, that boy failed      Sorry? pardon? what?   Coulda got borred up, coulda got shot   Gunman get gunned down on the spot   Who's hot? who's a badboy? who's not?      Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o   Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out)    skank out (skank out) and jump about    (we're movin now, Dizzee Rascal in this, ya get me, get me)