Smif-N-Wessun Sound Bwoy Bureill (Video Edit) Lyrics:
[Verse One:]
Boom bye bye to a sound bwoy head
we dont promote no nasty man dem hav fi dead
Givin him 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 de O.G.
I find his family to identify he
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 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 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...Sound bwoy killa Fantili filla
we bout to get illa

Sound bwoy ya got nuff reason to worry
cummin wit my troops we about to bury
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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]
Lyrics: Sound Bwoy Bureill (Video Edit), Smif-N-Wessun [end]