Smif-N-Wessun

Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix no.2) lyrics

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Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through

Proceed mean forward

gunshots mean rewind

you requested it so re-rewind re-rewind

oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline

tess my sound and your dead same time...

Verse One:

Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head

the shottie fly now the botty gon lie 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 tess the top dawg

I find his family to i.d. him in the 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 my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/

Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/

from the sess of cocoa/from mutha 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 every man wan 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

You see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

Its the Boot Camp Click

and you your gettin done

me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

it's the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin done

me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

tess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin done

but me say Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

tess de Boot Camp Click and you know your gettin done

me sing....

Verse Two:

Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/

the the other half/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/L in 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 seen/

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/

Chorus

You see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

tess de Boot Camp Click

you your gettin done

me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun

tess de Smif N Wessun and you know your gettin done

me say..

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/hurricane still lickin shots/

more untouchable than niggas wit the chicken pox/

dreads and fros out to get the dough like this quick

from now until Louisville still packs the biscuit

Nighty now..Smif N Wessun, O.G.C.'s its the beast from the east

wit gun clapper number 3

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...

Outro:

You know..Sound Bwoy dead so we lick off dem head man for real

its Smif N Wessun long side Blackhart Scavenger

ridin through and when we look a when we look and say...

tell dem fi come if a trouble dem want

boy we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charm

Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look

take a look take a look in a Camp lyric smoke

Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a want

boy we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charm

tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look

take a look take a look in a Scavenger lyric smoke

cuz every page full a style

and full of a fashion

we don't believe in pirate material

my lyrics no rush and

well original christen and stamp

wit de seal of approval....Original true posse

give me de siganl

put dem to bed and give de bureil

me say Sound Bureil and we don't take dat fi fun(fades out)

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