[Intro: Lethal Bizzle]
(Ow! Ow!) It's Lethal da Bizzle Records
(Ow! Ow!) Yeah, it's Lethal da Bizzle Records
(Ow! Ow!) Yeah, uh, it's Lethal da Bizzle Records
Uh, 2004, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
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! Yeah, you know-
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! Yeah, what? POW!

[Verse 1: Fumin]
What? What? You're barking up the wrong tree
The spotlight's on me
Style of the Fume, I 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 of the Fume
Know where I stand: right on the tune
Dough involved? I'm right in the mood
[Verse 2: D Double E]
Ooh, ooh, 'cause with the riddim I'm on
Spit the lyric bang on
Fit the riddim bang on
While your lyrics dem ah just drag on
It's me the kids are mad on
When I touch mic, you know it's flame on
Better get your game on
You got the game, boy? Then come and bring it on

[Verse 3: Napper]
I'll
Crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in your wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil breh
And again, I'll
Crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in your wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil breh

[Verse 4: Jamakabi]
Rude boy fi just sekkle
Don't let Jamakabi go draw fi di mekkal
Not di gun, me draw fi di belt buckle
I'll mek a bigger boy think say him likkle
Just swing mi belt round like a nunchuckle
Bust your head and make your blood start trickle
One more lick fi mek di pussyhole topple
Greet di bredda with a fistful of knuckle
[Verse 5: Neeko]
Killa, killa, real, real
N***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, n***a
You can suck your mom

[Verse 6: Flowdan]
Fi start bun a MC
Bun fire pon a batty boy MC
Pick up mic and want disrespect me
Man ah go step inna him face with mi new Nikes
Sixteen bar, sixteen scar
Sixteen nugshot aimed at your arse
Man are topper top, not no likkle spar rass
Better hide when we bun dem bwoy and bun grass

[Verse 7: Ozzie B]
Me have a ting called Desert Eagle
Mek me think evil and wan' fi kill people
Yo, second gun is a TEC-9
You cut a lie? Me ah go take your life
Fool, you wanna come here with your tool?
That's not the right tool, that's just any tool
Alright, prick, I'll knock it on the beat
I'm gonna bun your cleet, you don't really wanna beef
[Verse 8: MC Forcer]
Anyway, I told you already we nah play
Spray this swag MC right away
He's chatting shit 'bout he's got an AK
Armshouse comes and the boy runs away
It's two-double-O-four, n***as don't play
Streets are mine, if you force, I will slay
(Nah, nah, nah) Sound so gay, I'm gonna call you fake
Don't care about your crew, bun them anyday

[Verse 9: Demon]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
And 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 mum's house
And you don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef, you'll loose some teeth

[Verse 10: Hotshot]
You got a gun, troll? Shoot it!
You say it bounce so shoot it, what you waiting for, yout? Shoot it
Do I need to show you how to hold a gun?
Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it!
You nah shoot it, if you nah shoot it, you haffi better mute it
If you nah mute it, the Glock? I will mute it
Bullet in your mouth like a toothpick
It's too late now fi shoot it
2-2? Shoot it! 8 mill? Shoot it!
9 mill? Shoot it! MAC-10? Shoot it!
MAC-11? Shoot it! 12 gauge? Shoot it!
Dis troll fi shoot it, Remington? Shoot it!
.44? Shoot it! .45? Shoot it!
Spoil min? Shoot it! Tommy Gun? Shoot it!
Lyman? Shoot it! Kalashnikov? Shoot it!
AK? Shoot it! Gatlin? Shoot it!

[Outro: Lethal Bizzle]
POW! POW!
Ow! It's Lethal da Bizzle Records
Da Bizzle (yeah)
2004 (yeah)
East London's finest (yeah)
Yeah
You need to know