shoot on sight

Oh, oh you're in the army - now You got your orders standing to shoot on sight Your finger's on the trigger but it don't seem right

Man, big up to Fianso1 Now I’m emptying the barrel (pew, pew!) Shoot on sight, I’m repainting rap with my brush It’s the start of a new era, start of a stretch2 1. Nickname made up by reversing the syllables of the actual name of the Youtuber Sofiane 2. Detention in prison

Oh, oh, you're in the army now You've got your orders better shoot on sight Your finger on the trigger but it don't seem right

Whoa ohoh, you're in the army - now You've got your orders to shoot on sight Your finger's on the trigger, but it don't seem right

I am only sounds I do everything by pure will If you see someone, shoot on sight I'm standing close behind

Oh, oh you're in the army - now You got your orders standing to shoot on sight Your finger's on the trigger but it don't seem right

Molotov cocktails in the afternoon We read to the kids, tuck 'em in at night Then look through the window and shoot on sight At someone that looks like me

Watch out for the quicksand Watch out for the swamp Big Willie will shoot on sight Get off of your knees

He's in a riot squad (Ooooh) The wanna fight squad (Ooooh) The shoot on sight squad (Ooooh) For law and right

Mary, please, let me in Can't you hear how it's dying outside? They shoot on sight from the windows Even the angels have the plague

Some go for the glory, some just like to fight But the truth is we Dorsai are not very bright We'll steal or we'll screw what we can't shoot on sight -- God, it's hell to encounter a fireplug

We secure the enemy! Yeah, look If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight! Shoot on sight! Yeah

You da type to rap beef But I wouldn't even diss ya You at the light, we shoot on sight We gon' get you

It's really up to her I'll write every cheque she brings to me I shoot on sight It's my European legacy

You fill my cup can't get enough just let the feelings flow You are the one you load my gun you make me shoot on sight I can't put out my fire you've got what I desire

To let your tired brain see this world in a new light Combine it with the liquor to make certain ya sleep tight But there ain't no "lights out" when the streets "shoot on sight" The media's tricky, don't let em think that they own ya