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