Intro: Inspectah Deck 
Smooth getaway, yeah 
One time on my ass (getaway) 
'Bout to make this hundred yard dash... 
with the cash 

Verse One: 
I'm fleein' the crime scene on the Major Deegan 
Power steerin', lost the handle, then the Jeep spins 
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 50 g's cash 
and the stash and let the glock splash 
Son dashed down the fire escape past the weed gate 
The weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8 
Jakes givin' chase, now the dreds must skate 
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 
Cuz 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 
This nigga that I rolled with, told shit 
I layed low, 007 'til I get dark 
He told where my wiz lives and where the whip's parked 
Got my address off the license plate 
That eliminate, headin' to my next restin' place 
Uncertain, my wiz peaked 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 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 
That's what'll hold me down under fire (echo) 

Chorus: 
The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets 
Still I creep swift, tryin' to slip all heat 
The word on the street, this thing's way beyond deep 
Promise me you'll keep ya mouth closed and no leaks 
The word on the street, the evidence; concrete 
My cold thief mysteriously got set free 
The word on the street, the photograph 
Let the beast splash through the projects, the last 
you weep 

Verse Two: 
You bein' watched like you new on the block from roof 
tops 
Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops 
Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster 
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his 
shoulder 
Hard times for po-9, can't control the masses 
Scream for more, backstage we sling V.I.P. passes 
Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place 
When the Clan show they face, the fans show they pace 
Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun' 
though 
Bitches get trampled, niggaz wildin' the front row 
Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin' to cut my 
sound 
Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin' rounds 
Without intermission from a crouched position 
Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, 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 dough 

Chorus