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 prizeI'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 don't wanna tess mewhen I'm tipsy off the liquor

Like a punk they call McGirtgot his feelings hurt

showed his true colorshad to yank up his skirt

now he'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

DON'T...DON'T....DON'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 powe