DJ Premier - S.O.S. lyrics

[Blaq Poet] Five in the morning, I'm just yawning One time banging on the door with the warrant I got the gat, I got some cracks about four floors up Something in my mind saying, "No Po', don't jump" I can already see me broke up in them cuffs Police be laughing as they eat their donuts I rather shoot it out with them n***as like "what" Front page daily news, "Black n***a Goes Nuts" But they ain't even trying to raid the crib I think it's a warrant for some bullsh** I did So I ignored them n***as Light up a blunt, read The Source, I'm on tour with n***as, f** it I do what I do, about an hour go pa**ed I creep through the peephole, I still see the bra** Looked under the door, an eye looking at me Then I hear a voice "Yeah, he's in there, chief" What a f**ed up situation They're waiting like I'm a terrorist nation Damn, I go to the window, I see the blue van Cell phone ring, pick it up, "Hoo han" "Yo they're running 'round with pictures And they're scooping n***as up, I hope they don't get you" "Say word, they're banging on my door right now" "Just don't open it; they can't knock it down" "Alright yo, yo where the f** you at?" "I'll call you when I see you n***a, don't call back" Click Ah sh**, n***as is shooked They're handing out secret indictments on all crooks Hell no, I ain't going outside Spend the whole day playing Madden Live, f** that They're locking n***as up All the hoes and the fiends, all my thuns throwing things I just got to play it smooth Soon as they bounce, make my move Tick, tock, tick, tock Time to call the cab, tell them meet me by the block The coast is clear, I thought it was cool I see n***as lined up, kids coming from school n***as getting stripsearched On the hill, on the ave, on the corner by the church The hood is on fire It's like the scene from The Wire, got my balls in the pliers Every few years, the boys come around They call themselves "trying to clean up the whole town" But they don't understand the struggle How to live in the jungle and stay out of trouble n***as overcrowding the system Sent up for years, their family missed them And the fiends still smoking that sh** From a new n***a coming up playing the strip S.O.S., the same old sh** The block is hot, got rocks to chop n***a S.O.S., the same old sh** n***as pumping, gats busting, always into something S.O.S., the same old sh** Tryna rock the spot, you better watch who cop n***a