Bluku Bluku - D Double E, Dizzee Rascal

Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead

Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg

Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead

Runnin' tings me no chat to no fed

Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead

Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg

Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead

Runnin' tings red nah me no chat to no fed

What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you?

Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look like

you

What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you?

Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look

(I'm behind you)

I don’t wanna hear no more talk

These boys don’t know more war

Shank in the leg so you can’t no more walk

Now you definitely taking the leg, blud

Who’s gonna come about pure war talk?

Who wants to be outlined in chalk?

You shoulda known better, it was all your fault

Real bad man don’t normally talk

Look like Skibba man, deal with the matter

Just like sicker man deal with the case

You said my niggas don’t watch no face

Come to the ends, bust shells in face

I don’t really wanna make it a court case

'Cos I know that you got Trident on base

You can’t keep up with my pace

Cause I need more friends ina my space

It’s the E3 African

Ready for action and I’m the main attraction

Everybody stopping and clocking to see

How I’m holding or what I be rocking

I got the whole world jocking, chart topping

Dirty South hip-hopping with the big bass knocking

Fully thugged out, never stopping

All blacked out so the feds can’t spot him, going on so rotten

It don’t cease

People telling me to increase the peace

I release decrease when I reach the East

But I release the beast, I don’t care

Real bare chest, no Jesus piece

I’m John the Baptiste, wetting the road up

Hold up, I showed up flinging my gold up

Blinging and winging 'em out, I leave 'em in gold dust

Said they’re running the town, but nobody told us

I never got the memo, I’m sorry fellow

You’re a level below, I never even said hello

You’re soft like jelo, I roll hard

I go dumb but I’m far from a retard

Blackberry at my yard on recharge

IPhone in my car, that’s me, star

And I stay on the ball like FIFA

Still I stay smoking the potent reefer

See ya

I’m connected to more gangs than Ross Kemp

Manchester back down to Kent

Don’t draw for the leng, a hundred percent

No pussy round here blud, I can’t smell a scent

If you think that then you’re not thinking sense

My mandem will have you jumpin' a fence

No muscle, no need to tense

Here’s a bullet hole the size of ten pence

Nah, it’s not me that you wanna come against

Car, whether you’re small or hench

Got a big chest 'cos you love up the bench

When I release the cell you’ll be losing strength

Understand I’m not talking friends

You know war with me, blud, it’s too intense

I just hope your team’s got good defense

Just know

Bluku bluku