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It's Lethal da Bizzle Records

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Yeaahh

It's Lethal da Bizzle Records

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It's Lethal da Bizzle Records

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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

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It's Lethal da Bizzle Records

Da Bizzle

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Yeah

East London's finest

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