Tek - Sound Bwoy Bureill lyrics

[Sound bwoy dialogue] [Top Dog] Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head The shottie 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 the rude bwoy want come test Dog I find his family to I.D. him in the morgue I bet you never thought I bust lead Surprise I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread [Tek] You can't test the champion sound, you getting bucked down Recognize the Boot Camp Clik outta Bucktown Gun thirsty little ba*tard, always blasted From the sacks of chocolate off Mother Gaston You say you number one wicked selector I say you punnany and I'll wet ya Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor Like the punk they called McGirt, got his feelings hurt Showed his true colors had to yank up his skirt Now he's in misery, trying to cop a plea Lead to him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Three, see Lick off a shot you no dick rider Lick a shot punnany not gunfire [Steele] Now everybody wanna be Don Gorgon All around New York n***as be talking but we be stalking In the dark's when the guns start barking But in the day be wary of where you be walking [Sound bwoy dialogue] [Steele] Me nah s** me rough like the wicked youth in me That motherf**er that be bugging off of truth we see Original criminal running town Crime pays, that's what I practise so act if You want get blasted by my nine shot Come around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box Murderer, batty bwoy k**er Colin Powell feeler, we 'bout to get iller [Tek] Sound bwoy, you got nuff reason to worry Coming with my troops, we about to bury Better pack your dubs and move in a hurry Ease off, seen Looking 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 Ripper aka the enemy k**er My man with the weed is my man indeed And all you s**y-ducky n***as catch knots with speed [Sound bwoy dialogue] [Tek] Lord some bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke As I retrieve to .25 from my Timb boots Target pon sight, trigger pon co*k Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk Nuff p**yhole gwan die this year Here comes the Boot Camp slide it to the rear [Starang Wondah] Starang coming like a hurricane licking shots More untouchable than n***as with the chicken pox So, emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted n***a guard your grill cos Louieville packs the biscuit In the session, Smif-N-Wessun, OGC Gunn Clappa Numba One with with my n***a D-O-G [Steele] We bring the realness, feel this Boom as 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 [Sound bwoy dialogue]