Down '71 (The Getaway) - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat

Man put that shit out man

You ain’t 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court

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

Judge: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

(Some guy laughs)

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 deathrow

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

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 nigga 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 nigga fried

Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I’ma go inside the squad

Gettin' ready for the rumble

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge 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 nigga Double Zs the MAC-10

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass

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

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 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 TEC-9 bullets humming

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

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 nigga psychotic

Bitches is got him sittin' 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 pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the

TEC millimeter, 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 nigga what’s up

Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up

We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

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 runnin' 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 headin' 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. Clair, St. Clair

St. Clair, St. Clair

St. Clair, St. Clair

St. Clair, St. Clair