Lyrics Pow (Forward) - Lethal Bizzle

Pow (Forward)

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?
What, 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
Oooooerr, ooooer
Cause with the riddim I’m on
Spit the lyric bang on
Fit the riddim bang on
While your lyrics dem a just drag on
It’s me the kids are mad on
When I clap mic you know it’s flame on
Better get the game on
To get the game boy then come and bring it on
I’ll… crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil breh
And again
I’ll… crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil breh
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
Bust your head and make your blood start trickle
One more lick fi make da pussy hole topple
Greet da breda 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 ting called Desert Eagle
Make me think evil
And want fi kill people
Yo second gun is a Tech, 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 this wank MC right away
He’s chatting shit about he’s got an AK
Armshouse comes and 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 arms-house
I’ll bring arms-house to your mum’s house
You don’t wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you’ll loose some teeth
And again
You don’t wanna bring arms-house
I’ll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don’t wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you’ll loose some teeth
You got a gun troll shoot it
You’ll say it bounce so shoot it
What you waitin 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
You puff 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
Remington 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
Yeah
East London’s finest
Yeaahh
Yeah
You need to know