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

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 fuck 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 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)

We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my gauge 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 too 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 gauge can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches has 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 TEC
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 a 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 a car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If you'se a thuggish ruggish
Thug nigga scream mo'
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now
We got one mo to go

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