Napper - Pow! (Forward Riddim) lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Hook: 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 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 [Verse 1: Fumin] 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 [Verse 2: D Double E] 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 [Verse 3: Napper] I'll... crack your skull Leave you f**ed up in a wheelchair If you try to clash this evil breh And again I'll... crack your skull Leave you f**ed up in a wheelchair If you try to clash this evil breh [Hook] [Verse 4: Jamakabi] 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 p**y hole topple Greet da breda with a fistful of knuckle [Verse 5: Neeko] k**a k**a real real n***as know the deal deal Don't care how you feel I will be co*kin' back my steel, straight Bullets bullets run run Fire fire bun If you don't like k**a k**a n***a you can s** your mom [Verse 6: Flowdan] 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 gra** [Hook] [Verse 7: Ozzie B] Me have a ting called Desert Eagle Make me think evil And want fi k** 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 [Verse 8: MC Forcer] Anyway I told you already we nah play Spray this wa*k MC right away He's chatting sh** about he's got an AK Armshouse comes and the boy runs away It's 2 double 04, n***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 [Verse 9: Demon] 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 [Hook] [Verse 10: Hotshot] 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 [Hook] [Outro - Lethal Bizzle] POW POW Oooow It's Lethal da Bizzle Records Da Bizzle Yeah 2004 Yeah East London's finest Yeaahh Yeah You need to know