Pow! (Forward 1)

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Pow! (Forward 1)

Oow-Oow…
It’s Lethal Bizzle Records
Oow-Oow… Yeah!
It’s Lethal Bizzle Records
Oow-Oow… Yeah! Ah!
It’s Lethal Bizzle Records, Ah!
2004
Yeah! Yeah!

POW! Yeah I’m Lethal the B
POW! If don’t you know about me
POW! Better at some quickly
Cause POW!
Yeah I’m POW!
Yeah! POW!
Yeah I’m Lethal the B
POW! If don’t you know about me
POW! Better at some quickly
Cause POW!
Yeah I’m POW!
Yeah! POW!

Wow! Wow!
You’re barking up the wrong tree
Spotlights on me
Style of the Fumin, howl to the moon
How you gonna boss if there's no room
Wow! It's the style of the flume
Get there does and move style with the Fume
Know what I stab right in the tune
Dough involved I'm right in the mood

Ooooh oooon
In it every man 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 oooon

Oooooow!! Crack your skull
Leave fuc*** up in a wheelchair
If you tray to clash this evil bred (And again!)
Oooooow!! Crack your skull
Leave fuc*** up in a wheelchair
If you tray to clash this evil bred

Rude boy if just suckle
Don't let Jamakabi go draw if the metal
Not the gun, me draw for the belt buckle
I make a bigger boy feel so tickle
Just swing my belt round like a nun chuckle
Bus your head and make your blood start trickle
One more lick if make the pu*** hole topple
Greet the brew and with a fistful of knuckle

Killa-killa real-real
Niggas know the deal-deal
Don't care how you feel
I will be cocking back my steel, straight
Bullets-bullets run-run
Fire-fire bun
If you don't like killa-killa
Nigga you can suck your mom

Free start bun a MC
Bun fire pond a batty boy MC
Pick up my hour disrespect me
Man I go step in a him face with my new Nike’s
16 bar 16 scar 16 nook shot in a your ass
Man a topped, topped and licked spar ass
Better hide, me a bun them boy bun grass

Me have a thing called desert eagle
Make me think evil
And want if 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 gone 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
Arms house comes down the boy runs away
It's 2 double 04 niggas don't play
Streets are mine if you force I will stay
You sound so gay, I'm gonna call you fake
Don't care about your crew bun them any day

You don't wanna bring Almshouse
I'll bring Almshouse to your mums house
And You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef and loose some teeth (And again!)
You don't wanna bring Almshouse
I'll bring Almshouse to your mums house
And 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 waiting for you 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, the glove come off go 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!
Oow!
It’s Lethal Bizzle Records!
The Bizzle!
Yeah!
2004
Yeah!
East London’s finest
Yeaahh!
Yeah
You need to know.

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