Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [3x]
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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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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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[Street Life]
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It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared
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Arm yourself beware, hardware tear 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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PLO began this, ninety-nine 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 disconnet your outfit
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It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps release, shots through your fleece
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Retreat, delete you from the crime spree
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[Chorus]
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Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [2x] [overlaps entire chorus]
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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 Life]
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Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal
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High honorable, 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 laundaring, auto theft, and armed robbery
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Ninety-nine regimine torment your resident
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Street intelligence child, KillaHill 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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[Inspectah Deck]
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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 wit nuttin 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 cuz murderers range old to young
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And death don't discriminate, to choose your fate
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Shot wit hypedermic 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 livin for now but tryin to make it to the a.m.
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Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrow
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Calico crept close to over cash flow
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The neighborhood 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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[Chorus]
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S.O.S.
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Wu Tang Clan |