Lyrics Pow! (Forward) - Lethal Bizzle

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