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

 [Inspectah Deck]
 I'm fleein the crime scene on the major decon
 Power steerin  lost the handle in the Jeep spin
 Deep in the seat  high persuit by the precinct
 My co defendant turned stake and let the beast in
 They rush my old Earth lab  grabbed 50 g's cash
 in the stash and let the glock splash
 Sun dash 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 dread's my 'space
 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
 Bitch 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 eliminates, headin to my next restin place
 Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain
 It seen the high beam from the chicky lurkin
 The high speed chase, got my swervin
 I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburban
 In the mirror, I'm starin at the eyes of the lord
 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
 And swore to hold me down under fire (echo)

 [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
 The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets
 Still I creap swift, tryin to slip all heat
 The word on the street, this thing's way beyond deep
 Promise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't leak
 The word on the street, the evidence's 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 weap

 [Inspectah Deck]
 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 mass' sweep
 for move backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
 Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place
 When the Clan show they face, the fans show they place
 Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun' know
 Bitches get tripped over, 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 crowd's 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 gon' 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 persuit down the side streets
 Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass
 Flew the head rest off the passenger seat
 I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet
 While the locals interrogated for names and photos
 work for 5-0, swappin info for dough

 [Chorus