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

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[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?