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[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
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Smooth getaway yeah
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One time on my ass (getaway)
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'Bout to make this hundred yard dash...
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with the cash
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[Inspectah Deck]
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I'm fleein the crime scene on the major decon
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Power steerin lost the handle in the Jeep spin
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Deep in the seat high persuit by the precinct
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My co defendant turned stake and let the beast in
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They rush my old Earth lab grabbed 50 g's cash
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in the stash and let the glock splash
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Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate
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the weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8
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Jakes givin chase, now the dread's my 'space
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I was creepin down the staircase, we met face to face
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In the lobby, cold stares, show no fear
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We out for now, but next time we might go there
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Cuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie talkie
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I thought I heard one tell the other that he caught me
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Damn, they got my man, he knows shit
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Bitch nigga that I rolled with told shit
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I layed low, 007 'til I get dark
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He told where my wiz lives and where the whip's parked
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Got my address off the license plate
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That eliminates, headin to my next restin place
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Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain
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It seen the high beam from the chicky lurkin
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The high speed chase, got my swervin
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I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburban
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In the mirror, I'm starin at the eyes of the lord
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Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver side door
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Called China, meet me in a half with the pathfinder
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No time to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya
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Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire
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And swore to hold me down under fire (echo)
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[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
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The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets
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Still I creap swift, tryin to slip all heat
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The word on the street, this thing's way beyond deep
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Promise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't leak
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The word on the street, the evidence's concrete
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My cold thief mysteriously got set free
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The word on the street, the photograph
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let the beast splash through the projects, the last you weap
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[Inspectah Deck]
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You bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops
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Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops
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Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster
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Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder
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hard times for po-9, can't control the mass' sweep
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for move backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
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Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place
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When the Clan show they face, the fans show they place
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Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun' know
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Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front row
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Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my sound
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Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin rounds
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without intermission from a crowd's position
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Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, strikin Christians
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My nigga slipped in, 'nuff ammunition
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to bust back, fuck that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rap
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It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
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Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
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Gats for the beast, high persuit down the side streets
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Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass
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Flew the head rest off the passenger seat
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I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet
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While the locals interrogated for names and photos
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work for 5-0, swappin info for dough
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[Chorus]
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Word On The Street
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Inspectah Deck |