Down '71 (The Getaway)
(专辑: E. 1999 Eternal - 1995)
Playa hating ass muthafuckas man fuck dat Man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smoking no muthafucking weed in court (Man fuck dat 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
muthafucka did it) [Judge:] Well the
court sentences you to death by electric chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Running side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage 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 letting the
lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The
bullets they start to get lit up, Number one best start ducking wid ah gun already bucking 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, Ripping 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
dum dum 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 wailing I
went unconcious, From the
stomping taking ah loss, and waking up in the
coffin, And without no stalling Cell I
was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning, Looking in the
eyes of a
judge, He knew right where to put that thug Made to be so, wid no parole In the
hole but I
won't budge Sent me to deathrow, Watching the
time by fly past But Rip'll be sitting 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 [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Bailing on ah mission, flipping the
script Betta check what the
wind just blew in Betta think again, it's a
preacher wid ah grin On ah mission for revenge, wid 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 Going 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 Holding the
Bible when I
got a
grenade I'ma go inside the
squad, Getting ready for the
rumble When I
heard them mumbles, pulling me guage in laughter Keep buckin 'em faster all I
was thinking When I
see them bustas scatter Betta watch out for them buckshots Cause them can't fade me guage, Gotta bust them souls in the
grave, So I'm bucking them straight to the
pave, can't be saved, I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements coming in faster Blast give my nigga double Zs the
Mack-10 Letting 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 busting 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 running ducking Coming up to the
front door barri-caded, And I
pulled ah grenade, tossed to the
door, let it explode And we made it, creeping in the
courtyard So Krayzie feeling safety coming Hitting the
fence and jump in it quick From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming. [Bridge: (Two guys talking)] Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam (Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one) [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Soon as I
went in the
smoke, rolling real fast like a
dog And began wid a
rage and the
guage can't let go They done labelled my nigga psychotic Bitches is got him sitting 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 pulling ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I
creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the
alarm now it's on, Slaughtering Bone, sprayed off the
tech Gotta let 'em know which way was on, We got gone but them police was pulling 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 ducking bucking while I
was jumping All we was thinking is don't get caught Nigga like me get the
gun running Gunning fronting wid 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 wid ah swoo, Bailing back on wid my troops, I'm running wid 4
crazy niggas That's down wid 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 U, 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 heading 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 youse 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) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire)