S.o.s. lyrics

Artist  : Wu-tang Clan 
Song : S.o.s.



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Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [3x]

 Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [overlaps INS
talking]

 

 [Inspectah Deck]

 

 Another mission, Street Life, gun talk, Sir I

 

 Don't push me, because I'm close to the edge

 Livin 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 watchin plus adoptin my ways

 In the PJ's, the heat blaze and beats raid

 Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets
Of Rage

 

 [Street Life]

 

 It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared

 Arm yourself beware, hardware tear through your
flesh and bones bear

 Witness stand clear

 Flash the Wu-sign to see if my comrades is in
here

 PLO began this, ninety-nine bananas

 Wu extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a
S.O.S.

 Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect
disconnet 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 [2x]  [overlaps
entire chorus]

 

 When you got beef wit one time-S.O.S.

 When you standin on the front line-S.O.S.

 Niggas wanna steal your sunshine-S.O.S.

 

 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.

 

 [Street Life]

 

 Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal

 High honorable, rap quotable phenomenal

 Seniority kid, I speak for the minority

 Ghetto poverty fuck the housing authority

 Not to be idolized, I deal wit grand larceny

 Money laundaring, auto theft, and armed
robbery

 Ninety-nine regimine torment your resident

 Street intelligence child, KillaHill
pedestrian

 Sucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bash

 Slim-Fast from the gun blast burner, I last

 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

 

 [Inspectah Deck]

 

 In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot

 The specialist wit one shot been at the drop

 Your Highness INS, darts catch your body

 Feds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge
me

 I strike quick, movin on the night shift

 Rollin wit those who been the same likeness

 Where I come from the blast make your ears go
numb

 Trust no one cuz murderers range old to young

 And death don't discriminate, to choose your
fate

 Shot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eight

 Gotta hold your weight, there's no escape from
the mayhem

 I'm livin for now but tryin to make it to the
a.m.

 Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrow

 Calico crept close to over cash flow

 The neighborhood watch, the skunks in my sock
got me rocked

 But keep my eyes on the shot clock

 

 [Chorus]