Bizzy Bone - Down '71 (The Getaway) lyrics

Playa hatin' a** muthaf**as man f** dat Man put that sh** out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthaf**in' weed in court [Man f** dat man they got my n***a] Man that sh** 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 muthaf**a did it] Judge: Well the court sentences you to d**h by electric chair (Some guy laughs) Verse 1: Bizzy Bone We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' 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 lettin' 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 duckin' wid 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, 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, 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 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 dawn and 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 d**hrow 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 Verse 2: Layzie Bone Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' 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 n***a 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 n***a fried Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'mma go inside the squad Gettin' ready for the rumble When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin' When I see them bustas scatter Betta 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 reinforcements comin' in faster Blast give my n***a Double Zs the MAC-10 Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they a** Gotta rip in them chests through vests Mac-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition No missing listen destruction I'm bustin' Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway n***as got to escape and it's never to late When you dash and tryna' break n***a just can't test the Bone fate We steadily runnin' duckin' Comin' up to the front door barri-caded And I pulled a 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 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, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go They done labelled my n***a psychotic b**hes is got him sittin' on d**hrow Scoping out the tower peeping the scene So when my n***as trail Screaming out one eighty seven and bail Gotta get my n***a Rip out that cell, it's all over now How my n***a number one disguised as the preacher Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival n***a 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 n***a what's up Quick bust in first when he hit that fence n***as got cut the f** up We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin' All we was thinking is don't get caught n***a 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 runnin' wid 4 crazy n***as That's down wid they n***as 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 f** all these road blocks Busted ah U, then put that b**h in reverse And I get the swish and I push the bu*ton 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 n***as 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 n***as they follow behind me We getaway smooth, ah n***a 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 n***a scream mo Took one ah my n***as off d**hrow now we got one mo to go (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire)