Down '71 (The Getaway)

And I get the swish and I push the button

From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin

Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum
Betta watch out for them buckshots
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go

Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded

Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up
Nigga just can't test the Bone fate
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or
Back from hell and ready to bail
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling
No missing listen destruction, I'm bustin'
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop

This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs

Done got theyselves into another jam
Came up quick to the hideout
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one
Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
The bullets they start to get lit up
All we was thinking is don't get caught

Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Copper lettin' the lead off

Copper thought that he had me caught
Betta check what the wind just blew in

Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming

Niggas got to escape and it's never to late
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard

So when my niggas trail
Nigga like me get the gun running
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas

That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
From the barrel ah, me gun
Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Case number C601999 will the defendant please stand
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
And they get they feet up
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

The reaper will meet ya
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

'Cause them can't fade me guage
We steadily runnin' duckin'

Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip
'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway

Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Up in his body got him, run, wid smoke coming
You know the muthafucka did it
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I see them bustas scatter

Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now
If they catch me barehanded, I'm done
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Gotta get put that on all me reefer
They wanting me off in the coffin
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking

How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
So the niggas they follow behind me
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter

Gotta let 'em know which way was on
Niggas blast at each other, open up they doors
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they lead in
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on

Bailing back on wid my troops
When you dash and tryna' break
Gotta bust them souls in the grave
Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved

We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene

Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
That boy came out the trunk and
'Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
When the po-po chase
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
Hoping I die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa

Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Where the coppers be dwelling