Shoot to Kill

Soundboy, there's no need to worry As long as I got my nines, I keep it by my side for you So you don't have to worry at all I shine my Glock every night until I'm satisfied And there's no more thought to the joy it brings I wanna full you up with lead Shoot to kill, every day Shoot to kill soundboys, gun without a limit Shoot to kill, every day Shoot to kill soundboys, gun without a limit Mi just part them up, shot them up, lick off them head Nuh tell no lie, a long time them fi dead Aim the Glock, load it back, and step down the block Make them know bad boy don't take that We just shot them up (BO!) cau' we wicked like that Nuh tell no lie, nuff guys who a flap BDP and Mad Lion combine Make them know we just shot out a guy's spine Wicked bad boy and they pon the front line Cau' we goin down [?] church Now go Sunday School What is the program boy? You lie down in a blood pool! Yes, Kid Capri we just shot down (BO!) Yes, Bobby Konders we just shot down (BO!) Funkmaster Flex you can't test get (BO!) All sound fool make me lick shot (BO!) Who's been listening to BDP From 1986 to 1993? Hands up in the air, make the Mad Lion see Lick air shot if you love it badly (BO BO!) Cause soundboy, there's no need to worry As long as I got my nines, I keep it by my side for you I take a whiff of my spliff and then I just back Don't haffi worry KRS him have my back He have the gun with the red light pon top Willie D yes, him crazy, hold 20 mags This the program boy, you pick up a shot One two three down, nuh take back chat That's why soundboy, there's no need to worry As long as I got my nines, I keep it by my side for you So you don't have to worry at all I shine my Glock every night until I'm satisfied And there's no more thought to the joy it brings I wanna full you up with shots Shots without a limit Shoot to kill Shot the boy Write him will Six feet under Can't come back Dead man dem Cannot chat Mi just part them up, shot them up, lick off them head Nuh tell no lie, a long time them fi dead Aim the Glock, load it back, and step down the block Make them know BDP don't take chat Silly boy wan come flex inna mi zone Make them know BDP take the gun fi home Wicked bad boy and we bad to the bone This why Mad Lion pon the damn tune That's why all the people jump and kick up Know BDP say them sweet like syrup Hands inna the air and and they bawl (BO BO!)