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

Through The Night

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