Sound Bwoy Bureill (video Edit) Lyrics

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/
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)