Sound Bwoy Bureill

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 motherfucker 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' wit 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 weed, 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 Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscuit In the session, Smif-N-Wessun, O-G's see gun clapper number 1 Wit my nigga 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