Word On The Street

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

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

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