Down '71 (The Getaway)

Player hatin' ass motherfuckers, man, fuck that

Man, put that shit out, man

You ain't posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court

Man, that shit ain't cool, man

(Okay order in the court)

The people versus Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

Case number C601999

Will the defendant please stand?

Is there anything you wish to say on this matter

Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?

No, man

Well the court sentences you to deat by electric chair

We had to get 'em up with two thugs

Runnin' side by side with number one

Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em

When the po-po chase

If they catch me bearehands I'm done

Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it

Copper lettin' the lead off

Copper thought that he had me caught

Little Layzie blew his head off

Get him up and get up

The bullets they start to get lit up

Number one best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'

Bust me lead on the double Glock 'n

Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n

This perfect getaway

From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences

Rippin' up the trench and

I'm bailing while they trailing

Better in hell than in the cell

And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling

One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me

But I practice what I preach

And see that these slugs up in his body got him

Run with smoke coming from the barrel of me gun

Hit the bend, oh what a dum-dum

I got yum yum-ed on the dead end

They set in, then they lead in

They wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin' I went unconcious

From the stompin' taking a loss

And waking up in the coffin

And without no stallin'

Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn and

Looking in the eyes of a judge

He knew right where to put that thug

Made to be so with no parole

In the hole but I won't budge

Sent me to death row

Watchin' the time by fly past

But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill

Never do, sleeper, gotta get put that on all me reefer

Somehow must beat ya

So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya

Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script

Better check what the wind just blew in

Better think again, it's a preacher with a grin

On a mission for revenge, with that Mack-10

Little **** Rip, had to empty the clip

Gotta pump them slugs in them cops

Steady made 'em drop Glock went pop-pop

Goin' out like a thug on the double Glock

Back from hell and ready to bail

Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my **** fried

Holdin' the bible when I got a grenade

I'ma go inside the squad

Gettin' ready for the rumble

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter

Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'

When I see them bustas scatter

Better watch out for them buckshots

'Cause them can't fade me gauge

Gotta bust them souls in the grave

So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved

I'm bucking, little Ripster reinfocements comin' in faster

Blast give my **** Double Zs the MAC-10

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass

Gotta rip in them chests through vest

Mac-10s, saved off eruptions, got plenty ammunition

No missing listern destruction I'm bustin'

'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to get away

**** got to escape and it's never to late

When you dash and tryna break

**** just can't test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin' duckin'

Comin' up to the front door barricade

And pulled a granade, tossed to the door, let it explode

And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard

So Krayzie feelin' safety coming

Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick

From Krayzie tech-9 bullets humming

Well it seems as if them two boys, Bizzy and Layzie

Done got they selves into another jam

Well, I'd love to see the boys get they self out

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dawg

And began wid a rage and the gauge can't let go

They done labelled my **** psychotic

Bitches is got him sittin' on death row

Scoping out the tower peeping the scene

So when my **** trail

Screaming out one eighty seven and bail

Gotta get my **** Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my **** number one disguised as the preacher

Won't be pullin' ah bible mission for survival, ****, so I creep the

Tech milimeter, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on

Slaugterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech

Gotta let 'em know which way was on

We got gone but them police was

Pullin' up quick, ****, what's up?

Quick bust in first when he hit that fence

**** got cut the fuck up

We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinkin' is don't get caught

**** like me get the gun running

Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug

Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my face was the red that lay in blood

Dodging the who, make the gun flip with a swoop

Bailing back on with my troops

I'm running with four crazy ****

That's down wid they **** they ain't scared to shoot

Now I'm rolling, no more than a half a mile we get stopped

Cops surround Bone, we load Glocks

And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks

Busted at you, then put that bitch in reverse

And I get the swish and I push the button

That boy came out the trunk and

Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking

Back in the other direction

Po-po came quick then heat up

**** blast at each other

Open up they doors and they get they feet up

I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood

'Cause I'm heading straight for the woods

So the **** they follow behind me

We getaway smooth, a **** made good

Came up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight till we ride out

Hit a car so we can drive out

While we waited we all got fried out, fool

If you use a thuggish ruggish thug, ****, scream more

Took one of my **** off death row

Now we got one mo to go

St Claire, St Claire