» » »

Down '71 (the getaway) Lyrics

Down '71 (the getaway) by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  

CD  ·  DVD  ·  Sheet music


Down '71 (the getaway) Thug [high thug]
Playa hatin' ass muthaf**kas man. f**k that! man put that sh*t out, man. ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthaf**kin' weed in court. [man, f**k that. man, they got my nigga] man, what the fuc
Doing? aw man, that sh*t 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 muthaf**ka 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¡ºbarracaded. and i pull
Grenade. tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it. creepin' through the courtyard, saw krayzie. feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from krayzie's tec-9 b
S on me.

Elder thug (bizzy)
Well, it seems as if them boys, bizzy and little layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.



Elder thug (layzie)
Well, i love to see them boys get theyselves outta this one.

Krayzie
Sit as i wait in the smug, rollin' real fast like a dog. it began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go. they done labeled my nigga psychotic, b**ches has got him sittin' on death row. scop
Ut the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one-eighty-seven," and bail. gotta get my nigga, rip, out the cell. it's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disg
As the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival. nigga, so creep the tec-millimeter. somebody done pulled the alarm. now, it's on. slaughterin', bone sprayed off the tec, got
T him know which way was home. we got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick. nigga, what's up? quick, bust in first. when you hit that fence, niggas get cut the f**k up. we're steady b
', steady duckin', buckin', while i was jumpin'. all we was thinkin' is, "don't get caught." nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs. gotta get to the smug
N 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
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, "f**k all these roadblo
Quot; busted a "u", then put that b**ch in reverse, and i hit the switch, and i push the button. that boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive. sent this little boy walkin back i
Other direction. po-po came quick, them heat up. niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up. i jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause i
Aded straight for the woods. my niggas, they followed behind me. we getaway smooth, a nigga made good. came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out. hid a car so we co
Rive out. while we waited, we all got fried out, fool. if
You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, [st. clair¡­] scream, "mo!" took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go.

[¡­st. clair! st. clair! st. clair! st. clair! st. clair]



CD  ·  DVD  ·  Sheet music
Comments

comments powered by Disqus