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(Pow!) Yeah, I'm Lethal da B

(Pow!) If you don't know about me

(Pow!) Better ask someone quickly 'cause

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(Pow!) Yeah, I'm Lethal da B

(Pow!) If you don't know about me

(Pow!) Better ask someone quickly 'cause

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What? What? You're barkin' up the wrong tree

The spotlight's on me

Style of the Fume, I howl at the moon

How you gonna bust 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

Ooh, ooh, '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 touch mic, you know it's flame on

Better get your game on

You get the game, boy? Then come and bring it on

I'll crack your skull

Leave you fucked up in your wheelchair

If you try to clash this evil bre'

And again, I'll crack your skull

Leave you fucked up in your wheelchair

If you try to clash this evil bre'

Rude boy fi just sekkle

Don't let Jamakabi go draw fi di mekkal

Not di gun, mi draw fi di belt buckle

I'll mek a bigger boy fi say him likkle

Just swing mi belt round like a nunchuck-le

Bust ya head and make ya blood start tickle

One more lick fi mek di pussyhole topple

Greet the bredda wit' a fistful of knuckle

Killer, killer, real, real

**** 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 killer, killer, ****

You can suck your mum

Fi start bun a MC

Bun fire pon a batty boy MC

Pick up mic and want disrespect me

Man a go step inna him face wit' mi new Nikes

Sixteen bar, sixteen scar

Sixteen nugshot aimed at your ass

Man are topper top, not no likkle spar Ras

Better hide when we bun dem boy and bun grass

Mi have a ting called Desert Eagle

Mek me think evil and want fi kill people

Yo, second gun is a TEC-9

You cut a lie? Mi a go take your life

Fool, you wanna come here? Bring your tool

That gun the right tool, not just any tool

Alright, prick, I'll rock you on the beat

I'm gonna bun your cleat, you don't really wanna beef

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, **** don't play

Streets are mine, if you force, I will slay

(Nah, nah, nah, nah) Sound so gay, I'm gonna call you fake

Don't care about your crew, bun them any day

You don't wanna bring armshouse

I'll bring armshouse to your mum's house

And you don't wanna bring no beef

Bring some beef, you'll lose some teeth

And again, you don't wanna bring armshouse

I'll bring armshouse to your mum's house

And you don't wanna bring no beef

Bring some beef, you'll lose some (Pow! Pow!)