Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.O.S., artist - Street Life. Album song Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
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 |
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 |
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 |
P.L.O. |
began this, 99 bananas |
Wu extravaganza, cops scandals 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 |
Shoot em on sight, sight, sight |
Shoot em on sight, sight, sight |
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 chronicle, wise words by the abominable |
High honourable, 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 laundering, auto theft, and armed robbery |
99 regiment torment your resident |
Street intelligence child, Killa Hill 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 |
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 with nothing 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 'cause murderers range old to young |
And death don’t discriminate, to choose your fate |
Shot wit hypodermic sword wit 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 a. |
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Creeping in the hallways, we always on barrow |
Calico crept close to over cash flow |
The neighbourhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked |
But keep my eyes on the shot clock |
Shoot em on sight, sight, sight |
Shoot em on sight, sight, sight |
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 |