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Lyrics for 'Sound Bwoy Bureill' by 'Smif N Wessun'
Verse One:
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 I.d. 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 Cant 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/
Chorus
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!
Verse Two:
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/
Thats When I Practised/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/a.k.a. 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!
Verse Three:
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/
Its 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 Biscut/
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 Thats 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 Everthing Changed...
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