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 fuck that man they got my nigga) Man that shit ain't cool man (Okay order in the court) [Woman] The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony Case number C601999 [Judge] Will The defendant please stand, Is there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? [Bizzy] No man You know the motherfucker did it [Judge] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair (Some guy laughs) [Bizzy Bone] 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 barehanded 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 ah 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, pick up ah piece and shot a me But I practice what I preach And see that these slugs up in his body got him, Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed 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 unconscious, From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin, And without no stallin' Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning, 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 deathrow, Watchin' the time by fly past But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence Hoping I die fast, but chill, Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya [Layzie Bone] Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script Betta check what the wind just blew in Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10 Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip Gotta pump them slugs up 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 nigga 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 busters scatter Betta watch out for them buckshot's 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 reinforcements comin' in faster Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10 Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass, Gotta rip in them chests through vests Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition No missing listen destruction I'm bustin' Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway, Niggas got to escape and it's never to late When you dash and tryna' break Nigga just can't test the Bone fate We steadily runnin' duckin' Comin' up to the front door barri-caded, And I pulled ah grenade, 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's 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 them boys get they self outta this one) [Krayzie Bone] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go They done labelled my nigga psychotic Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow, Scoping out the tower peeping the scene So when my niggas trail, Screaming out one eighty seven and bail, Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now, How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher, Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on, Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech Gotta let 'em know which way was on, We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up, We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin' All we was thinking is don't get caught Nigga 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 ah swoo, Bailing back on with my troops, I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas That's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot, Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped Cops surround Bone, we load glocks And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks Busted ah 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, Niggas 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 headin' straight for the woods So the niggas they follow behind me We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good Came up quick to the hideout Wait until midnight till we ride out, Hit ah car so we can drive out, While we waited we all got fried out, fool If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo, Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go (St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]