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Sound Bwoy Bureill (Explicit)

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  • 2014.06.20
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X-amount a tings 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 don't take dat fi fun Its the Boot Camp Click And you your gettin done Me sing Sound Bureil and we don't take dat fi fun It's the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin done Me sing Sound Bureil and we don't take dat fi fun Tess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin done But me say Sound Bureil and we don't 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/ That's 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 don't take dat fi fun Tess de Boot Camp Click You your gettin done Me sing Sound Bureil and we don't 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 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 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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