Shoot To Kill

[Hook:]

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 1:]

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!)

[Hook:]

Cause soundboy, there's no need to worry

As long as I got my nines, I'll keep it by my side for you

[Verse 2:]

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

[Hook:]

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Outro:]

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!)