Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot To Kill, artist - Mad Lion. Album song Real Ting, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 30.09.1997
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Shoot To Kill |
| I say! |
| Soundboy, there’s no need to worry |
| As long as I got my nines, I’ll 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 thoughts 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 back them up, shot them up, lick off them head |
| Nah tell no lie, a long time them fi dead |
| Aim the Glock, load it back, and step down the block |
| Make them know bad bwoy don’t take chat |
| We just shot them up (BO!), cau' we wicked like that |
| Nah tell no lie, nuff guys who a flop |
| BDP and Mad Lion combine |
| Make them know we just shot out a guy’s spine |
| Wicked bad bwoy a deh pon the front line |
| Cau' we gun don’t join church |
| Nah go a Sunday School |
| Waan diss the program bwoy? |
| You lie down in a blood pool! |
| Test, Kid Capri we just shot dat (BO!) |
| Test, Bobby Konders we just shot dat (BO!) |
| Funkmaster Flex, |
| you can’t test him (BO!) |
| Awesome 2 |
| , make we lick shot (BO!) |
| Who’s been listening to BDP |
| From 1986 to 1993? |
| Hands up in the air, make the Mad Lion see |
| Lick pure shot if you love it badly (BO! BO!) |
| Cause soundboy, there’s no need to worry |
| As long as I got my nines, I’ll keep it by my side for you |
| I take a whiff of my spliff and then I ches 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 |
| Diss the program bwoy, 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’ll keep it by my side for you |
| So you don’t have to worry at all |
| I shine my Glock every night, each night 'til I’m satisfied |
| And there’s no more thoughts to the joy it brings |
| I wanna full you up with shots |
| Shots without a limit |
| Shoot to kill |
| Shot the bwoy |
| Write him will |
| Six feet under |
| Can’t come back |
| Dead man dem |
| Cannot chat |
| I just back them up, shot them up, lick off them head |
| Nah 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 |
| See the bwoy waan come flex inna we zone |
| Make them know BDP take the trophy home |
| Wicked bad bwoy, and we bad to the bone |
| Listen Mad Lion pon the damn tune |
| That’s why |
| All the people jump and kick up |
| Know BDP say them sweet like syrup |
| Hands up in the air and you pop (BO! BO!) |