"Word On The Street" lyrics

Smooth getaway! Yeah!
One-time on my ass
Getaway!
'Bout to make this hundred yard dash... with the cash

Yo! I'm fleein' the crime scene on the Major Deegan
Power steerin', lost the handle and the Jeep spinned
Deep in the seat, high-pursuit by the precinct
My co-defendant turned state and let the Beast in
They rushed my old Earth lab
Grabbed 50G's cash and the stash, and let the Glocks splash
Son dashed down the fire escape, past the weed gate
The weed gate, thought it was a sting! Cocked the Tre' 8
Jakes givin' chase, now the dreads must 'scape
I was creepin' down the staircase
We met face-to-face in the lobby - cold stares, show no fear
We out for now, but next time we might go there 'cause Po's here
Must've turned down the walkie-talkie
I thought I heard one tell the other that he caught me
Damn! They got my man! He knows shit!
Bitch nigga that I roll with told shit!
I laid low, 007 'til it get dark
He told where my Wis' live and where the whip's parked
Got my address off the license plate
That eliminate headin' to my next restin' place
Uncertain, my Wis' peeped from behind the curtain
And seen the high-beam from the chicky lurkin'
The high-speed chase got me swervin'
I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a Suburban
In the mirror, I'm starin' at the eyes of the law
Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver's side door
Called China, "Meet me in a half with the Pathfinder
No time to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya"
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire
And swore to hold me down in the fire

(The word on the street) They can't trace my rap sheets
Still, I creep swift, tryna slip all heat
(The word on the street) This thing's way beyond deep
Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed with no leaks
(The word on the street) The evidence concrete
My Co-D mysteriously got set free
(The word on the street)
The photographs let the Beast splash through the projects the last few weeks

Yo! You bein' watched like you new on the block from roof tops
Get your booze on, these hot shots pop, music stops
Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in the shoulder
Hard times for Po-9, can't control the masses
They scream for more, backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
Jakes sprayin' mace, riots takin' place
When the Clan show they face, the fans slow they pace
Get your blunt rolled! Fuck the Five-0! They want it, dun' know
Bitches get trampled, niggas wildin' in the front row
Fire Marshall catch a beat-down tryna cut my sound
Radio dispatcher "Back-up!"
Bustin' rounds without intermission from a crouched position
Bullets ricocheted off the strobe-light, strikin' Christians
My nigga slipped in 'nuff ammunition to bust back!
Fuck that! Them out-of-town cats'll take the rap
It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
Gats for the Beast, high-pursuit down the side street
Shot up my getaway Jeep
Crashed the front glass and blew the head-rest off the passenger seat
I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet
While the locals interrogated for names and photos
Work for 5-0, swappin' info for doe

(The word on the street) They can't trace my rap sheets
Still, I creep swift, tryna slip all heat
(The word on the street) This thing's way beyond deep
Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed with no leaks
(What's the word on the street?) The evidence concrete
My Co-D mysteriously got set free
(The word on the street)
The photographs let the Beast splash through the projects the last few weeks