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​Sound Bwoy Bureill (Remix)

This song is by Smif-N-Wessun.

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 can't 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'

You see Sound Bureil and we don't take dat fi fun
It's 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

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 tonight 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/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 it's 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 'cause you a deadstock from mornin to de
Evenin/now everything changed...

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
'Cause 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)