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OOOOW OOOOW It's Lethal da Bizzle Records OOOOW OOOOW Yeaahh It's Lethal da Bizzle Records OOOOW OOOOW Yeah It's Lethal da Bizzle Records Yeah Yeah POW yeah I'm Lethal da B POW if you don't know about me POW better ask someone quickly Cause POW Yeah I'm POW Yeaow POW Yeah I'm Lethal da B POW if you don't know about me POW better ask someone quickly Cause POW Yeah I'm POW Yeaow POW What what You're barking up the wrong tree The spotlight's on me Style of the Fumin, howl with the moon How you gonna buss if there's no room Whaa it's the style of the Fume Get the dough and move style with the Fume Know what I stab Right in the tune Dough involved I'm right in the mood Ooooh ooon Cause with the riddim I'm oooon Spit the lyric bang oooon Fit the riddim bang oooon Why your lyrics dem a just drag oooon It's me the kids are mad oooon When I clap mike you know it's flame oooon Better get the game oooon To get the game better come and bring it ooooon I'lllll... crack your skull Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair If you try to clash this evil bre And again I'lllll... crack your skull Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair If you try to clash this evil bre Rude boy fi just seckle Don't let Jamakabi ga draw fi da metal Not da gun, me draw for da belt buckle I make a bigger boy feel so likkle Just swing my belt round like a nun chuckle Bus you head and make your blood start trickle One more lick fi make da puss hole topple Greet da bre with a fistful of knuckle Killa killa real real Niggas know the deal deal Don't care how you feel I will be cockin back my steel straight Bullets bullets run run Fire fire bun If you don't like killa killa Nigga you can suck your mom Fi start bun a MC Bun fire pon a batty boy MC Pick up my hour disrespect me Man I go step in a him face with my new Nikey's 16 bar 16 skar 16 noog shot in a you raas Man a toppa toppa and lickle spar raas Better hide, me a bun them boy Bun grass Me have a thing called desert eagle Make me think evil And want fi kill people Yo second gun is a Tec, nice You cut a lie me a gone take you life fool You wanna come and play your tool That's not the right tool That's just any tool Alright prick I'll knock you on the beat I'm gon' keep it clean You don't really want to beef Anyway I told you already we nah play Spray these swag MC's right away He's chatting shit about he's got an AK Armshouse comes down the boy runs away It's 2 double 04 niggas don't play Streets are mine if you force I will slay You sound so gay, I'm gonna call you fake Don't care about your crew bun them anyday You don't wanna bring Armshouse I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef and loose some teeth And again You don't wanna bring Armshouse I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house You don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef and loose some teeth POW POW Oooow It's Lethal da Bizzle Records Da Bizzle Yeah Yeah East London's finest Yeaahh Yeah You need to know