Word On The Street Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Smooth getaway, yeah 

One time on my ass 

(Getaway) 

'Bout to make this hundred yard dash 

With the cash 

I'm fleein' the crime scene on the major decon 

Power steerin', lost the handle in the Jeep spin 

Deep in the seat, high pursuit 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 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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 

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 pursuit 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 

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