Sound Bwoy Bureill

Sound Bwoy Bureill -Smif-N-Wessun
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty ly like dead
2shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan come tess dogg
I find his family and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
You can't tess the champion sound you gettin'bucked down
Recognize the boot camp click in a de Bucktown
Gun thirsty little bastard always blasted
From the sess of chocolate from my dick gastin'
You say you number one wicked selecta
I say you punani and I wetcha
Keep the bull before I pull this here trigga
'Cause you don't wanna tess me when I'm tipsy off the liquor
Like a punk they call McGirt got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery tryin'to cop a plea
Led to his head from gun clapper number 3
See lick off a shot you no dick rida
Lick a shot punani not gun fire
Now everybody wanna be dongongon
All around New York niggas be talkin'but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun starts buckin'
But in the day be wary of where you be walkin'
Don't don't don't
You ever mention 'bout you wan tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa leave
Me naw sex me ruff like the wicked you fe me
The motherf**ker that be buggin'over truth you see
Original criminal run in town crime pays
That's when I practiced your act if you wan get blasted
By my nine shot come around my block
Pon the night spot
In the Pine box Murderah Botty bwoy killa
Golden power filla we 'bout to get illa
Sound bwoy ya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin'with my troops we about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry
Ease off sean
Lookin'at my pager it's about that time
To load up the 9and do my derelict crime
Warriors conquerors the man before ya
Mr Ripper AKA the enemy killa
My man wit the w**d is my man in deed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
Talkin''bout you have sound ah my sound you wan tess
You neva know that when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de management
And carry mack use you for good use 'cuz wee de good crew leave
Laud some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
As I retrieve the 2-5from my timboots
Target pon sight trick up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year
Here comes the bootcamp slide it to the rear
It's the rain cummin'like a hurricane lickin'shots
More untouchable than niggas wit de chicken pox
So emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted
Ni**a guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscuit
In the session Smif-N-Wessun O-G's see gun clapper number 1
Wit my ni**a D O G
We bring the realness feel this boom it's Black Moon reveal this
We come to let you know what the deal is
Straight up we serve justice so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the dust is
There is many sound that's goin'around and goin'on
And gwan like a clown but I'm tellin'you clean up your act
And come to de livestock 'cuz you a deadstock
From mornin'to de evenin'now everything changed