(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
(Khris James, what the fuck?)
My sound rude boy sound (Ah-da-da-da)
My sound (Ah-da-da-da)
My sound jungle sound (Ayy)

In my town, it ain´t calm, it´s too real
Out at night, protect your life when in the field, get hit with that steel
Gun sounds in my grandma house, I hear ´em all night
Mind your business, stay up out my life
They ain´t gangster, they be tellin´ lies

My sound, it´s from the town
My sound make the pros gather ´round
My sound no playin´ with sound
My sound kill, kill sound

Shit, what it is? I´m out my mind, I got your son bangin´ slime
Who left him dead up inside the neighborhood? That was I

Don´t cross that line, respect my mind, bitch, I´m gon´ hit you with that iron
I´m a grimy motherfucker, tell them Trinidad my kind
Shit, look, we bang too, what it is you wanna do?
Oh, you wanna try mine? We gon´ slump you
And then flex on you bitches like Big Dump do
I don´t dance, I just bop, you gotta watch inside the party
She wanna fuck, let me record it
My music make her act retarded, slime

My sound, it´s from the town
My sound make the pros gather ´round
My sound no playin´ with sound
My sound kill, kill sound

My sound rude boy sound

My sound (Real deal sound)
My sound jungle sound
My sound jungle sound
My sound
My sound