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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) Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight (Street life) Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight (Gun talk, sir I) Yo, don't push me because I'm close to the edge Livin' on this thin line, I know the ledge Allegiance I pledge strictly to my committee 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 PLO began this, ninety-nine 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 with one time, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) When you standin on the front line, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) For the five, oh that brutalize, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) Before you try suicide, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) 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 with grand larceny Money laundering, auto theft and armed robbery Ninety-nine regimen, 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 In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot The specialist with 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 hypodermic 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 am 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 When you got beef with one time, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) When you standin on the front line, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) Niggas wanna steal your sunshine, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) When it comes time to do or die, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) For the five, oh that brutalize, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) Before you try suicide, S.O.S. (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) (Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight) Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight Shoot 'em on sight
Writer(s): Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus, Stig Erik Leopold Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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