[VERSE 1]

It was a quarter to eight, Jazz was runnin late

I was layin in bed with a girl that would tailgate

When he showed up enraged about a headline

That said I committed a crime

It said that I was the trigger man

And that I had the 50 grand

It was a frame-up, why was I set up?

I think it's because I don't let up

But before I could give my statement

Police cold rushed in my tenement

They guns ready to fire for some violence

"You have the right to remain silent"

Cuffed behind my back, pushed into a car

What the hell is this, I'm a rap star

Down at the station behind a closed door

Interrogated by the fuckin law

What they heard was word of mouth, there's no truth to it

So I sit in a bottomless pit

With criminals, I'm no criminal, why am I treated like one?

Yo, what have I done?

Nothin, so give me my justice

The system is a joke, I don't trust this

Again and again they said, "Listen, son

All we wanna know is: who got the gun?"



(Gotta get away	

Gotta get away, run)



[VERSE 2]

I was smacked and beaten down with a nitestick

By these cops that are fuckin hicks

I cursed their mamas down to their grannies

To shut the fuck up was what they demand me

My bond was set, Chilly Dee had the bail

I'm raisin hell as I lift from my cell

Back at the Syndicate headquarters

Tryin to get my thoughts in order

So I called the Syndicate ringleader

Ice-T told me he didn't know either or

Who wanted me behind bars

Was it a rival rap star?

Chilly-D said, "Yo, don't dwell on it

Their story will never stick"

I said, "Word em up, let's go get a bite to eat

Car system boomin a funky beat

After a hour or so of grubbin and talkin

Check was paid, to the car we start walkin

Two cars pull up, one in front, one in back

Uzi in my face, now I'm kidnapped

Faces in the car, I knew none

With the question from the driver: "Who got the gun?"



(Gotta get away	

Gotta get away, run)



[VERSE 3]

Chained against the wall like a wild beast

This smelled like the dirt of police

They said, "Give up the gun," I don't need it

Mistaken idendity was how I pleaded

They questioned my whereabouts on June 5th

When a cop entered the room

He said, "Fuck it, put a bullet through the nigger"

Out of this hell hole I had to figure

The bossman told em to chill on the kill

He said, "Listen, we will front you a deal

You can keep the money, here's a kilo for fun

But all you gotta do is get us the gun"

They stepped off, so I tried to relax

But felt uneasy by the sound of rats

Piecin away on the wooden door

This is a long way from bein on tour

Too strong to weap, won't sell myself cheap

Slowly but surely I was fallin asleep

With a thought on my mind that continued to run

I would like to know - who got the gun?



(Gotta get away	

Gotta get away, run)



[VERSE 4]

I was awaken by the sound of car tires

And then I heard gunfire

And I knew the Syndicate was gunnin

By the sound of the enemies runnin

Spike held his gun on the head honcho

He had no choice but to show them

Where I was at, Randy Mac shot his gat

On the sucker he dissed who tried to diss back

I was freed, but we was still on a mission

To take out those who did not listen

To my warning that the Syndicate was large

We let loose a brutal barrage

Vic was quick, Ice was nice, Islam dropped napalm

Bronx Style took a bullet in his arm

He didn't feel it, so many caps, he had to peel it

If you wasn't down, we had to kill it

I would show an all-out Rambo

Lettin off a round of ammo

When I stumbled upon their drug operation

And a cop who wanted me dead

He tried to pull out, but my gun rang out

Quicker than his, as he cried out

In pain, as he fell out

It was the end, his lights went out

With the same thought that weighed a ton

I will never know who had the gun