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Wu-Tang Clan Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 S.O.S. 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] |
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