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Verse one:
Boom bye byein a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly nowthe botty ly like dead
2 shots dead to him chinenemy a friend
Fake the funki put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoywan come tess dogg
I find his familyand i.d. em in da morgue
I bet you never thought i bust led
To prizeiand'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
You cant tess the champion soundyou gettin bucked down
Recognize the boot camp clickin a de bucktown
Gun thirsty little bastardalways blasted
From the sess of chocolatefrom my dick gastin
You say you number one wicked selecta
I say you punaniand i wetcha
Keep the bullbefore i pull this here trigga
Cause you donand't wanna tess mewhen iand'm tipsy off the liquor
Like a punk they call mcgirtgot his feelings hurt
Showed his true colorshad to yank up his skirt
Now heand's in miserytryin to cop a plea
Led to his headfrom gun clapper number 3
Seelick off a shot you no dick rida
Lick a shot punaninot gun fire
Now everybody wanna be dongongon
All around new york niggas be talkinbut we be stalkin
In the docks when the gun starts buckin
But in the daybe wary of where you be walkin
Chorus
Donand't...donand't....donand't you ever mention bout you wan
Tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa
Leave!
Verse two:
Me naw sexme ruff like the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see
Originalcriminalrun in towncrime pays
Thats when i practisedyour act ifyou wan get blasted
By my nine shotcome around my blockpon the night spot
In the pine boxmurderah...botty bwoy killagolden power filla
We bout to get illa
Sound bwoyya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin wit my troopswe about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurryease off sean
Lookin at my pageritand's about that time
To load up the 9and do my derelict crime
Warriorsconquerorsthe man before ya
Mr. rippera.k.a. the enemy killa
My man wit the weedis my man in deed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
Talkin bout you have soundah my sound you wan tess
You neva knowthat when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de management
And carry mackuse you for good usecuz wee de good crew
Leave!
Verse three:
Laud!some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
As i retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots
Target pon sighttrick up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year
Here comes the bootcampslide it to the rear
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots
More untouchablethan niggas wit de chicken pox
Soemcees get lifted when iand'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grillcause louisville packs the biscut
In the sessionsmif n wessuno-gand's seegun clapper number 1
Wit my nigga d-o-g....
We bring the realnessfeel thisboom itand's black moon reveal
This
We come to let you knowwhat the deal is
Straight up we serve justiceso if you canand't be trusted
May you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin aroundand goin on
And gwan like a clownbut iand'm tellin you..clean up your act
And come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
Eveninnow everthing changed...
Verso uno:
Boom Bye byein una cabeza Bwoy botty
La mosca Shottie nowthe botty mente como un muerto
2 tiros muertos le chinenemy a un amigo
Fake del funki poner la basura a su fin
Ahora, ¿quién da mala educación entrar bwoywan dogg tess
Encuentro su familyand Identificación em da en la morgue
Apuesto a que nunca pensé que llevó busto
Para prizeiand'm una cabeza roma fortificada como un temor
Usted no puede tess el campeón resistió soundyou gettin abajo
Reconocer el campo de entrenamiento pinchando uno de bucktown
Gun bastardalways poco de sed criticó
Desde el Período de Sesiones de la chocolatefrom mi polla Gatlin
Usted dice que el número uno malvados selecta
Yo digo que punaniand i wetcha
Mantenga el bullbefore de apretar el aquí trigga
Porque quiero donand't tess mewhen iand'm bebido el licor
Al igual que un punk que ellos llaman mcgirtgot sus sentimientos de dolor
Mostró su verdadera colorshad dar un tirón a su falda
Ahora Heand en miserytryin de policia un ruego
Llevó a su número de headfrom badajo arma 3
Seelick un tiro que no rida pene
Lick un incendio tiro punaninot arma
Ahora todo el mundo quiere ser dongongon
A su alrededor los niggas nuevos york se talkinbut seamos stalkin
En los muelles cuando la gu
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Smif N Wessun
Sound Bwoy Bureill
Sound Bwoy Bureill
Verse one:
Boom bye byein a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly nowthe botty ly like dead
2 shots dead to him chinenemy a friend
Fake the funki put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoywan come tess dogg
I find his familyand i.d. em in da morgue
I bet you never thought i bust led
To prizeiand'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
You cant tess the champion soundyou gettin bucked down
Recognize the boot camp clickin a de bucktown
Gun thirsty little bastardalways blasted
From the sess of chocolatefrom my dick gastin
You say you number one wicked selecta
I say you punaniand i wetcha
Keep the bullbefore i pull this here trigga
Cause you donand't wanna tess mewhen iand'm tipsy off the liquor
Like a punk they call mcgirtgot his feelings hurt
Showed his true colorshad to yank up his skirt
Now heand's in miserytryin to cop a plea
Led to his headfrom gun clapper number 3
Seelick off a shot you no dick rida
Lick a shot punaninot gun fire
Now everybody wanna be dongongon
All around new york niggas be talkinbut we be stalkin
In the docks when the gun starts buckin
But in the daybe wary of where you be walkin
Chorus
Donand't...donand't....donand't you ever mention bout you wan
Tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa
Leave!
Verse two:
Me naw sexme ruff like the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see
Originalcriminalrun in towncrime pays
Thats when i practisedyour act ifyou wan get blasted
By my nine shotcome around my blockpon the night spot
In the pine boxmurderah...botty bwoy killagolden power filla
We bout to get illa
Sound bwoyya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin wit my troopswe about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurryease off sean
Lookin at my pageritand's about that time
To load up the 9and do my derelict crime
Warriorsconquerorsthe man before ya
Mr. rippera.k.a. the enemy killa
My man wit the weedis my man in deed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
Talkin bout you have soundah my sound you wan tess
You neva knowthat when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de management
And carry mackuse you for good usecuz wee de good crew
Leave!
Verse three:
Laud!some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
As i retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots
Target pon sighttrick up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year
Here comes the bootcampslide it to the rear
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots
More untouchablethan niggas wit de chicken pox
Soemcees get lifted when iand'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grillcause louisville packs the biscut
In the sessionsmif n wessuno-gand's seegun clapper number 1
Wit my nigga d-o-g....
We bring the realnessfeel thisboom itand's black moon reveal
This
We come to let you knowwhat the deal is
Straight up we serve justiceso if you canand't be trusted
May you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin aroundand goin on
And gwan like a clownbut iand'm tellin you..clean up your act
And come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de
Eveninnow everthing changed...
Smif N Wessun
Sound Bwoy Bureill
Sound Bwoy Bureill
Verso uno:
Boom Bye byein una cabeza Bwoy botty
La mosca Shottie nowthe botty mente como un muerto
2 tiros muertos le chinenemy a un amigo
Fake del funki poner la basura a su fin
Ahora, ¿quién da mala educación entrar bwoywan dogg tess
Encuentro su familyand Identificación em da en la morgue
Apuesto a que nunca pensé que llevó busto
Para prizeiand'm una cabeza roma fortificada como un temor
Usted no puede tess el campeón resistió soundyou gettin abajo
Reconocer el campo de entrenamiento pinchando uno de bucktown
Gun bastardalways poco de sed criticó
Desde el Período de Sesiones de la chocolatefrom mi polla Gatlin
Usted dice que el número uno malvados selecta
Yo digo que punaniand i wetcha
Mantenga el bullbefore de apretar el aquí trigga
Porque quiero donand't tess mewhen iand'm bebido el licor
Al igual que un punk que ellos llaman mcgirtgot sus sentimientos de dolor
Mostró su verdadera colorshad dar un tirón a su falda
Ahora Heand en miserytryin de policia un ruego
Llevó a su número de headfrom badajo arma 3
Seelick un tiro que no rida pene
Lick un incendio tiro punaninot arma
Ahora todo el mundo quiere ser dongongon
A su alrededor los niggas nuevos york se talkinbut seamos stalkin
En los muelles cuando la gu
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
