Mad Lion - Shoot to Kill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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!)