Down '71 to gets away, me gots to run, run (kick it...)
Bizzy Bone
Get, get 'em up, niggas on the run/ Runnin' side by side with #1/ When I drop the gauge on when the po-po chase if they catch me barehanded I'm done/ Rip's grippin' the 6-shot pump so spill it, copper lettin' the lead off, copper thought that he had me cuffed Lil' Layzie blew his head off/ Get 'em up and get up the bullets, they start to get lit up/ #1 best start duckin' but the gun already buckin' we split up/ Bust a left on the Double Glock and where the fiends roll up for rocks/ And it's this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences/ Rippin' up the trenches/ I'm bailin' while they're trailin' better in hell than in a cell, it ain't no tellin' where them coppers dwellin'/ One, he spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me/ But I practice what I preach, proceed these 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 the dead end/ They set in and lead in/ They wanted me off 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 tossed in to be arraigned at the dawnin'/ Lookin' in the eyes of a judge, he knew already where to put that thug; Straight to the cell with no parole/ In the hole where I won't budge, sent me to death row/ Watchin' the time by fly past but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless in silence, hopin' I die fast/ But chill, never the sleeper/ Gotta get away, put that on all me reefa/ Somehow must beat you, so peep out
the creep or the reaper will meet you
Layzie Bone
Back on the mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in, think again/ It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that Mac 10 and Rip had to empty the clip, had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, made them drop, get went pop pop/ Goin' out like a soldier on the Double Glock/ Back from Hell, ready to bail, time to hit the trial cause they want my nigga fried/ Holdin' the Bible with a grenade on the inside that's why gettin' ready for the rumble, heard the mumbles/ Pull me gun in laughter/ 12 Guage eruption all that mattered when them bustas scattered/ Look for them pistols but them can't fade me gauge/ Let me buck them straight to the pave, let me buck them straight to the grave, can't be safe/ I'm buckin', my nigga, reinforcements was comin' fast/ Gave Rip the Mac 10 so we let them gun gun blast on they ass, we rip them chesters through vests's/ Mac 10's and sawed-off eruptions/ Ammunition, no missin' listen, destruction I'm bustin'/ Got to make on that getaway, got to getaway, we gots to escape/ Never too late to make or break, don't ever test the Bone fate/ We steadily runnin' steadily runnin' passed the door; Barracaded/ Pulled a grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode and we made it out to the courtyard/ Saw Krayzie, feelin' safety comin'/ Hit the fence and jumped it/ My niggas pissed and bullets on me
Krayzie Bone
Sit as I wait in the smug/ Rollin' real fast like a dog and began with a rage and the gauge can't let go/ They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row/ Scopin' off the tower peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out "187" and bail/ I gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell/ It's all organized how my nigga #1 disguised as the preacher/ Won't be pullin' a bible mission for survival, nigga, so I creep the Tech Millimeter/ Somebody done pulled the alarm, now It's on/ Spottin' Bone, sprayed off the Tech, gotta let him know which way was on/ We got gone, but them ho-lice was pullin' up quick, nigga, what's up? Quick! Bust in first/ When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up/ We're steady buckin' steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'/ All we was thinkin' is "Don't get caught" Nigga like me get the gun, runnin' gunnin' frontin' with thugs/ Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs/ Put 'em in the mud and all across my face was "I'd rather lay in blood" Dodgin'/ Now who made the gun blew with the swoop/ Bailin' back home with my troops I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot/ Now we're rollin' no more than a half a mile we get stopped/ Cops surround Bone; We load glocks and squeeze, say "Fuck all these roadblocks" If you's a thuggish ruggish thug, nigga scream "Mo!" Took one of my niggas off death row, we got one more to go
-Chorus-
Down '71 to gets away, me gots to run, run (Kick it...)
Recorded for the Bone Thugs N Harmony album East 1999 Eternal and available on the DJ U-Neek album Bone Instrumentals