S.o.s. Lyrics - Wu-tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 - Wu-tang Clan

Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin 

Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin' 

Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now 

Rae gotta get a plate now 

Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one 

Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one 

Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 

Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream 

That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey 

And niggas know that habit's behind me 

Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto 

Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto 

In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout 

Pushing the big joint from down South 

So if you're filthy stacked up 

Better watch your back and duck 

Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up 

Now my man from up north, now he got the law 

It's solid as a rock and crazy salt 

No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks 

Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke 

And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop 

I pointed a gat at his mother's knot 

Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! 

Fuck that! 

Dedicated to the winners and the losers 

Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers 

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) 

Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's 

Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys 

(Can it be that it was all so simple then?) 

Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's 

Dedicated to MPV's: phat! 

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Kicking the fly cliches 

Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day 

Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots 

Running up in spots and making shit hot 

I'd rather flip shows instead of those 

Hanging on my living room wall 

My first joint, and it went gold! 

I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade 

Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night 

I want to have me a phat yacht 

And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops 

But for now it's just a big dream 

Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen 

My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain 

Cause times is changed and life is strange 

The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad 

Yo, mad lives is up for grabs 

Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes 

Receiving all types of calls from upstate 

Yo, I can't cope with the pressure 

Settling for lesser 

The God left lessons on my dresser 

So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way to 

Continue to make more hits with Rae and A 

Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime 

Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9 

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