S.O.S.

Album cover art for "S.O.S." by Wu-Tang Killa Beez

Wu-Tang Killa Beez - Rap

S.O.S.

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[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Another mission, Street Life, gun talk, Sir I [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo, don't push me, because I'm close to the edge Living on this thin line, I Know the Ledge Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee Way above the law, we soar the inner city My crime pays, deep in the metro, nines blaze Shorties watching plus adopting my ways In the PJs, the heat blaze and beats raid Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets of Rage [Verse 2: Street Life] It's a Shoot On Sight affair, warfare prepared Arm yourself beware, hardware tear Through your flesh and bones bear, witness stand clear Flash a Wu-sign to see if my comrades is in here P.L.O. began this, 99 bananas Wu extravaganza, cop scanners and guns A S.O.S., prepare for the slug fest Unusual Suspect disconnect your outfit It's a dead end street, I play for keeps release Shots through your fleece, retreat, delete you from the crime spree [Chorus] Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight When you got beef with one time, S.O.S When you standin on the front line, S.O.S Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S For the five-oh that brutalize, S.O.S Before you try suicide, S.O.S Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight [Verse 3: Street Life] Street chronicle, wise words by the abominable High honourable rap quotables phenomenal Seniority kid, I speak for the minority Ghetto poverty, fuck the housing authority! Not to be idolized, I deal with grand larceny Money laundering, auto theft and armed robbery 99 Regiment torment your resident Street intelligence child, Killah Hill pedestrian Sucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bash Slim-Fast from the gun blast, burn a eyelash The S-T-R-double-E-T own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst enemy Thug therapy until they bury me It's do or die tonight, shoot out a street light, bleak life Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot The specialist with one shot been at the drop Your Highness INS, darts catch your body Feds got me on watch with nothing yet to charge me I strike quick, moving on the night shift Rolling with those who bear the same likeness Where I come from the blast make your ears go numb Trust no one 'cause murderers range old to young And death don't discriminate to choose your fate Shot with hypodermic sword with the trey-eight Gotta hold your weight, there's no escape from the mayhem I'm living for now but tryna make it to the AM Creeping in the hallways, we always on paro' Calico crept close to hold the cash flow The neighbourhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked But keep my eyes on the shot Glock [Chorus] When you got beef with one time, S.O.S When you standin on the front line, S.O.S Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S For the 5-0 that brutalize, S.O.S Before you try suicide, S.O.S Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shot 'em on sight

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  • Streetlife
  • Inspectah Deck