Verse One:

Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/

the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/

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 come tess dogg/

I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/

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 the boot camp click/in a de 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 wanna 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

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 sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/

the motherfucker 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 ni