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

2004

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 fu***d up in a wheelchair 

If you try to clash this evil bre

And again

I'lllll....crack your skull 

Leave you fu***d 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 p***y hole topple 

Greet da bre with a fistful of knuckle 



Killa killa real real 

Ni**as 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 

Ni**a 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 ni**as 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 



You got a gun troll shoot it 

You'll say it bounce so shoot it 

What a waitin for you yute, shoot it 

No one needs to show you how to hold a gun 

Shoot it shoot it shoot it 

You nah shoot it if you nah true to it 

Yo muff you better mute it

If you nah mute it, da glove come off ga mute it 

Put it in your mouth like a tooth pick 

It's too late no shoot it 

2-2 shoot it 

8 mill shoot it 

9 mill shoot it 

Mark 10 shoot it 

Mark 11 shoot it 

12 gauge shoot it 

Inch 12 a shoot it 

Revelton shoot it 

44 shoot it 

45 shoot it 

Spoil min shoot it 

Tommy Gun shoot it 

Lyman shoot it 

Kalashnikoff shoot it 

AK shoot it 

Gatlin shoot it 



POW POW 

Oooow 

It's Lethal da Bizzle Records

Da Bizzle 

Yeah 

2004 

Yeah 

East London's finest

Yeaahh 

Yeah

You need to know