Wu-Tang Clan - S.O.S | Текст песни

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# Wu-tang Clan - S. O. S.

# Shoot em on sight sight sight (3x)
# Shoot em on sight sight sight [overlaps ins talking]
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# [inspectah deck]
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# Another mission, street life, gun talk, sir i
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# Dont push me, because Im 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 pjs, the heat blaze and beats raid
# Cant see the cage but cant leave the streets of rage
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# [street life]
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# Its 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
# Its a dead-end street, I play for keeps release, shots through your fleece
# Retreat, delete you from the crime spree
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# Chorus
# Shoot em on sight sight sight (2x) [overlaps entire chorus]
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# 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.
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# 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.
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# [street life]
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# 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 friends your worst enemy
# Thug therapy until they bury me, its do or die tonight
# Shoot out a street light, bleak life
# Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight
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# [inspectah deck]
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# 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 dont discriminate, to choose your fate
# Shot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eight
# Gotta hold your weight, theres no escape from the mayhem
# Im 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
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# Chorus