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Bone Thugs N Harmony - "Down 71 (The Getaway)"
Lyrics to Down 71 (The Getaway) : Playa hatin ass muthafuckas man fuck dat Man put that shit out man You aint posed to be smokin no muthafuckin weed in court [Man fuck dat man they got my nigga] Man that shit aint 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 Runnin side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on em When the po-po chase, If they catch me barehanded Im done Rips 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, Im bailing while they trailing Better in hell than in the cell And it aint 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 wailin I went unconcious, >From the stompin taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin, And 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 thug Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I wont budge Sent me to deathrow, Watchin the time by fly past But Ripll 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, its 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 Ima 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 cant fade me guage, Gotta bust them souls in the grave, So Im buckin them straight to the pave, cant be saved, Im bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin in faster Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10 Lettin 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 Im bustin Cause Im making that getaway, bound to getaway, Niggas got to escape and its never to late When you dash and tryna break Nigga just cant test the Bone fate We steadily runnin duckin Comin up to the front door barri-caded, And I pulled ah 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 Krayzies 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 Id 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 cant 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, its all over now, How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher, Wont be pullin ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now its 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 whats 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 dont 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, Im runnin wid 4 crazy niggas Thats down wid they niggas they aint scared to shoot, Now Im 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 Im 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.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) [ Down 71 (The Getaway) Lyrics ]
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