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Smooth getaway, yeah |
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One time on my ass (getaway) |
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'bout to make this hundred yard dash... |
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With the cash |
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[inspectah deck] |
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I'm fleein the crime scene on the major decon |
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Power steerin, lost the handle in the jeep spin |
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Deep in the seat, high persuit by the precinct |
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My co-defendant turned stake and let the beast in |
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They rush my old earth lab, grabbed 50 g's cash |
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In the stash and let the glock splash |
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Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate |
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The weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8 |
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Jakes givin chase, now the dread's my 'space |
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I was creepin down the staircase, we met face to face |
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In the lobby, cold stares, show no fear |
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We out for now, but next time we might go there |
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Cuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie talkie |
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I thought i heard one tell the other that he caught me |
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Damn, they got my man, he knows shit |
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Bitch nigga that i rolled with told shit |
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I layed low, 007 'til i get dark |
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He told where my wiz lives and where the whip's parked |
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Got my address off the license plate |
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That eliminates, headin to my next restin place |
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Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain |
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It seen the high beam from the chicky lurkin |
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The high speed chase, got my swervin |
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I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburban |
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In the mirror, i'm starin at the eyes of the lord |
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Couldn't jump out, ****ed up the driver side door |
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Called china, meet me in a half with the pathfinder |
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No time to talk, i'll fill you in when i find ya |
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Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire |
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And swore to hold me down under fire (echo) |
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[chorus: inspectah deck] |
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The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets |
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Still i creap swift, tryin to slip all heat |
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The word on the street, this thing's way beyond deep |
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Promise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't leak |
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The word on the street, the evidence's concrete |
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My cold thief mysteriously got set free |
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The word on the street, the photograph |
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Let the beast splash through the projects, the last you weap |
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[inspectah deck] |
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You bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops |
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Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops |
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Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster |
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Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder |
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Hard times for po-9, can't control the mass' sweep |
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For move backstage, we sling v.i.p. passes |
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Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place |
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When the clan show they face, the fans show they place |
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Get your blunt rolled, **** the 5-0, they want it dun' know |
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Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front row |
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Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my sound |
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Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin rounds |
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Without intermission from a crowd's position |
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Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, strikin christians |
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My nigga slipped in, 'nuff ammunition |
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To bust back, **** that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rap |
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It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4 |
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Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door |
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Gats for the beast, high persuit down the side streets |
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Shot up my getaway jeep, crashed the front glass |
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Flew the head rest off the passenger seat |
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I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet |
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While the locals interrogated for names and photos |
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Work for 5-0, swappin info for dough |
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[chorus] |
