Through The Night - Bugzy Malone, DJ Luck, MC Neat

Yo'

With a little bit of luck, 'dey might make it through

Looking like war

It’s looking like beef

Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep

I’ll ride into your village on horseback

Five-thousand soldiers in my fleet

But it’s looking like war, looking like beef

And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef

They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares

I’m a warlord, but I’ve never been Greek

Now it’s looking like war, looking like beef

Looking like you coming up against me

Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top three

And set man are getting too old to compete

Set man are getting too old for this grime 'ting now

Man are way too old for these beats

When the album dropped everybody stop listening to his album after one week

Now you’re looking confused, looking at me

You sing now but you didn’t sing last week

Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem

Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast

This one’s a robbery with no baly' and gloves

Man know I got a bare-faced cheek

I’m not from London but when I go London

Man know I got an army behind me

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

With a little bit of love

'Dey might make it through the night

What did he want to do next

This one’s simple, it’s nottin' complex

Man don’t start showing me respect

Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks

It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch Ness

But I’ll start taking shots like George Best

Man start trying to cook something up for me

When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef

Gogglebox, everybody looking at me

MC’s blinking like it can’t be

How can a guy come from out of town

Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?

How much money does he make per show?

And how much did he make from the EP?

Wait and all that from his own label

He must have way more money than me (damn right!)

How did he get that car?

(Life!)

How did he come so far?

(Life!)

How did he go from selling drugs, signing on

To becoming a star?

(Oh life!)

I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s

I just want to know have you ever counted

Five-hundred-thousand-pounds out in twenty-pound notes?

No?

Because I’ve never been standard

You can get lost out here and get stranded

Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King

On a boat or ship and get anchored

All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats

These MC’s are some overnight MC’s

That’s why they want me dead

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

With a little bit of love

'Dey might make it through the night

More money, more life, more, more money, more life

More money, more life more, more money, more life

More money, more life more, more money, more life

More money, more life,

I don’t fuck with none of these guys

It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s

Most of these MC’s are just muppets

Dem man say I’m just lucky

Like said I don’t know bar-for-bar, I’m just mucky

I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble

Just like a double chocolate chip cookie

I’m King Kong

I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a newborn puppy

They can team up they can round the whole scene up

But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot

Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows

But right now they’re performing for peanuts

What kind of a MC looks at the DJ

Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups

You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

With a little bit 'a luck

'Dey might make it through the night

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy

With a little bit of love

'Dey might make it through the night