S.O.S. - Street Life, Inspectah Deck

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.

m

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