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....
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