Armshouse

[Intro: Dizzee Rascal] Armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew Armshouse, armshouse Who the fuck are you? We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew Armshouse, armshouse [?] Selecta [Chorus] You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew Armshouse, armshouse Who the fuck are you? We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crеw Armshouse, armshouse Who the fuck arе you? [Verse] Come to the manor get jacked Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Hoodie on road, all black That don't scare us, brother know that You look like lunch, you look like lunch City man come cunch, tell a man go back If I see that yute, if I see that yute Man, open him up, man, I can't hold back Man, I can't hold back, yeah, yeah I might mob out on my Js Hit up on my head I ain't fucking fazed That boy turned his back on me I guess gang ain't gang Hope I die inside your chick I'ma go out with a bang [Chorus] You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew Armshouse, armshouse Who the fuck are you? We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew Armshouse, armshouse Who the fuck are you?