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He's a ghetto youth
Each day he be puttin' on his army boots
From coast to coast, he run after rudegals
From coast to coast, he run after dirty money

Always takin' lots of hoots
Always takin' lots of booze
Always takin' lots of hoots
Always takin' lots of booze
No cocaine, I don't wanna I don't wanna go insane
No cocaine, I don't wanna I don't wanna go insane

No girlfriends, No family, No sweetness
Yet he always have a way to be the sweetest
Wherever there be a speaker, he will be found
Always chasin' down the No-Ice-Cream Soundz

He's a true soldier of rhymes and riddims
Ready to fight with his words of wisdom
A shadow sits beside him on his bed
Not enough to distract him from his head

Always takin' lots of hoots
Always takin' lots of booze
Always takin' lots of hoots
Always takin' lots of booze

After a night of restless dreams
He awoke and set about his usual routine
Stomping down the streets in search of some action
stomping down the streets through the souls of the dead

Never having time for fools
Never ever lose his cool
Never having time for fools
Never ever lose his cool

In his world there be too much guns
The violence of poverty thru which he runs
Insanity surrounds, it knows no bounds
Murderahs, and gangstas, always around

Mista Boswell, he's a soundbwoy
He lets himself go wit da flow
Mista Boswell he's a rudebwoy
Not afraid to call bullshit when he knows it's so

Mista Boswell, he takes what life brings
He don't sweat tha small tings
No problem, he says.

Mista Boswell, he takes what life brings
He don't sweat tha small tings
Everyting is cook 'n' curry.