Sound Bwoy Bureill - Remix Vocal
Smif-N-Wessun
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X amount of things, Boot Camp Clik
Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, riding through
Yes, proceeding forward, gunshot me rewind
You requested it, so re-rewind, re-rewind
Cocoa Brova 'pon the borderline
Test my sound and you dead same time
Boom bye bye in the batty boy head
The shotty fly, now the batty guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin
Enemy or friend, fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan' test the top dog?
I find his family to ID him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust lead
Surprise, I'm a fortified blunt head just like my dreads
You try and test my champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize my Boot Camp Clik outta Bucktown
Gun-tasty likkle bastard, always blasted
From the sacks of cocoa up Mother Gaston
You say you number one wicked selector
I say you punani and I wet ya
Keep the bull 'fore I pull it and trigger
'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor
Like the punk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery, tryna cop a plea
Lead to him head from gun clapper number three, see
Lick off a shot, you know dick rider
Lick a shot, punani not, gun fire
Now every man wan' be Don Gorgon
All around New York, niggas be talkin', but we be stalkin'
In the dark's when the dogs start barkin'
But in the day be wary of where you be walkin'
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Boot Camp Clik, you know you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test Smif-N-Wessun Rasta, know you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Boot Camp Clik, you know you're gettin' done, me sing
Me not sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me
That motherfucker that be buggin' off the truth, PC
Original criminal run the town
Crime pays, that's what I practice, so act
If you won't get blasted by my nine shot
Come around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box
Murderer, batty boy killer
Cola pow filler, we 'bout to get iller
Sound bwoy got nuff reason to worry
Coming with my troops, we's about to bury
Better pack it up to move in a hurry (Ease up, seen)
Lookin' at my pager, it's about that time
To load up the nine and do my daily crime
Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya
Mr. Rippa, AKA the enemy killer
My man with the weed is my man indeed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed
Me sing, sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Boot Camp Clik, you know you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, you're gettin' done, me sing
Lots of bwoy gwan get dead tonight
Duke, as I retrieve the two-five from my Timb boots
Target 'pon sight, trigger 'pon cock
Just your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff pussyhole gwan die this year
Here comes my Boot Camp slidin' to the rear
It's the reign, hurricane, still lickin' shots
More in touch of rude than niggas with the chicken pox
Dreads and 'fros out to get the doughs like Bisquick
From now until then, we will still packs the biscuit
'99, Smif-N-Wessun O.G.C
Is the beast from the east and gun clapper number three
Bring the realness, feel this
Boom is back, move or feel this
I 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
Click-click, boogie
For real, Cocoa Brova's 'pon the set
You know a sound bwoy dead
Smif-N-Wessun alongside Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, riding through
A weh we look, a weh we look and say hey
Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem want
Boy, we a go lick dem with di finesse and charm
Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look
Take a look, go take a look inna di camp lyrics book
Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem want
Boy, we a go lick dem with di finesse and charm
Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look
Take a look, go take a look inna di Scavenger lyric book
'Cause every page full of style and full of a fashion
We no believe in pirate material
My lyrics no rush and dem well original
Christen and stamp with the seal of approval
Original true posse, gimme a signal
Fi put dem to bed and give dem di burial
And me say
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Boot Camp Clik, you know you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Smif-N-Wessun Rasta, know you're gettin' done, me sing
Sound burial, and we no take dat fi fun
Test di Black Heartz Scavenger Mob, you're gettin' done, me sing