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