Down '71(the Getaway)

Thug [high thug]

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.  fuck that!  man put that shit out, man.  ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court.  [man, fuck that.  man, they got my nigga] man, what the fuc

Doing?  aw man, that shit ain't even cool.  [support his ass.]







Judge

Okay, order in the court.







Court attendant

People vs. bone thugs~n~harmony--case #c601999.







Bailiff

Will the defendant please stand!  is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, bizzy bone?







Bizzy

Naw, man!







Spectator

You know the muthafucka did it!







Bailiff

Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.  ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!



Bizzy

We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.	bet i won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.  if they catch me barehanded, i'm done.  rip's gripping the six-shot pump, s

Ll it.  copper lettin' the lead off.  copper thought that he had me caught.	little layzie blew his head off.  get 'em up, and get up.  the bullets, they start to get lit up.  #1 best start duck

Ith a gun already buckin'.  we split up.  bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when i peel, and i hit the fence and rip

Up the trench, and i'm bailin' while they trailin'.  better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.	one had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but

Actice what i preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--got him!  run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.  hit the bend.  oh, what a dumb-dumb, i got yum-yummed on a dead end. they

N then they lead in.  they wa

Nted me up in a coffin.  cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.  i went unconscious from the stompin'.  takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.  and without no stallin', cell i was t

In, to be arraigned at dawn.  me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.  he knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but i won't budge.  sent me to death row

Chin' the time by fly past, but rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' i die fast.  but chill, (no doubt).  sleeper.  gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.	somehow m

Eat 'cha.  so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.



Layzie

Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.  better think again.  it's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that mac-10.  little nigga rip

Ll...) had to empty the clip, (...kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.  back from hell (hell) a

Ady to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.  holdin' the bible, when i got a grenade.  inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when i heard them mumbles

Lin' me gauge and laughter.  keep buckin' them faster.  all i was thinkin' when i seen them bustas scatter.  better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.  gotta bust some

S in their graves, so i'm buckin' him straight to the pave.  can't be safe.  i'm buckin'.  little ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.  gave my nigga, double z's, the mac-10, lettin'

Gun-gun blast on they ass.  g

Otta rip in them chests through vests, mac-10s, sawed-off eruptions.  got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.  i'm bustin'.  'cause i'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, n

Got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the bone fate.  we steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door