Sound Bwoy Bureill - Smif-N-Wessun

Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head

The shottie fly now the botty ly like dead

2 shots 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 9 and 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 2-5 from 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