Bone Thugs N Harmony - Down '71 (The Getaway) Lyrics
Playa hatin' ass mutha*****as man ***** datMan put that shit out manYou ain't 'posed to be smokin' no mutha*****in' weed in court[Man ***** 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 HarmonyCase number C601999Judge: Will The defendant please stand,Is there anything you wish to say on this matterbefore sentencing Bizzy Bone?Bizzy: No man[You know the mutha*****a did it]Judge: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair(Some guy laughs)Verse 1: Bizzy BoneWe had to get 'em up wid two thugsRunnin' side by side wid number oneMurda mo drop my guage on 'emWhen the po-po chase,If they catch me barehanded I'm doneRip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill itCopper lettin' the lead offCopper thought that he had me caughtLittle 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 'nWhere the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,This perfect getaway,Rippin' up the trench and,I'm bailing while they trailingBetter in hell than in the cellAnd it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a meBut I practice what I preachAnd see that these slugs up in his body got him,Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gunHit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead endThey set in, then they lead in,They wanting me off in the coffinCops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious,From tha stompin, takin the loss an wakin up in the coffinAnd without no stallin'Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning,Looking in the eyes of a judge,He knew right where to put that thugMade to be so, wid no paroleIn the hole but I won't budgeSent me to deathrow,Watchin' the time by fly pastBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silenceHoping I die fast, but chill,Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reeferSomehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet yaVerse 2: Layzie BoneBailin' on ah mission, flippin' the scriptBetta check what the wind just blew inBetta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grinOn ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clipGotta pump them slugs up in them copsSteady made 'em drop glock went pop popGoin' 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 friedHoldin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,Gettin' ready for the rumbleWhen I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughterKeep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'When I see them bustas scatterBetta watch out for them buckshotsCause them can't fade me guage,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 fasterBlast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,Gotta rip in them chests through vestsMack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunitionNo missing listen destruction I'm bustin'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,Niggas got to escape and it's never to lateWhen you dash and tryna' breakNigga just can't test the Bone fateWe steadily runnin' duckin'Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explodeAnd we made it, creepin' in the courtyardSo Krayzie feelin' safety comingHittin' the fence and jump in it quickwith Krayzie's tech nine bullets humminBridge: [Two guys talking]Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and LayzieDone got theyselves into another jam[Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one]Verse 3: Krayzie BoneSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dogAnd began wid a rage and the guage can't let goThey done labelled my nigga psychotic*****es is got him sittin' on deathrow,Scoping out the tower peeping the sceneSo 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 theTech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the techGotta let 'em know which way was on,We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's upQuick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the ***** up,We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'All we was thinking is don't get caughtNigga like me get the gun runningGunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smugTurn 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 niggasThat's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stoppedCops surround Bone, we load glocksAnd squeeze say ***** all these road blocksBusted ah U, then put that ***** in reverseAnd I get the swish and I push the buttonThat 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 woodsSo the niggas they follow behind meWe getaway smooth, ah nigga made goodCame up quick to the hideoutWait until midnight till we ride out,Hit ah car so we can drive out,While we waited we all got fried out, foolIf 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)
