Inspectah Deck - Word On The Street Lyrics
[intro: inspectah deck]Smooth getaway, yeahOne 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 deconPower steerin, lost the handle in the jeep spinDeep in the seat, high persuit by the precinctMy co-defendant turned stake and let the beast inThey rush my old earth lab, grabbed 50 g's cashIn the stash and let the glock splashSun dash down the fire escape past the weed gateThe weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8Jakes givin chase, now the dread's my 'spaceI was creepin down the staircase, we met face to faceIn the lobby, cold stares, show no fearWe out for now, but next time we might go thereCuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie talkieI thought i heard one tell the other that he caught meDamn, they got my man, he knows shit***** nigga that i rolled with told shitI layed low, 007 'til i get darkHe told where my wiz lives and where the whip's parkedGot my address off the license plateThat eliminates, headin to my next restin placeUncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtainIt seen the high beam from the chicky lurkinThe high speed chase, got my swervinI needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburbanIn the mirror, i'm starin at the eyes of the lordCouldn't jump out, *****ed up the driver side doorCalled china, meet me in a half with the pathfinderNo time to talk, i'll fill you in when i find yaStopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attireAnd swore to hold me down under fire (echo)[chorus: inspectah deck]The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheetsStill i creap swift, tryin to slip all heatThe word on the street, this thing's way beyond deepPromise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't leakThe word on the street, the evidence's concreteMy cold thief mysteriously got set freeThe word on the street, the photographLet the beast splash through the projects, the last you weap[inspectah deck]You bein watched like you new on the block from roof topsGet your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stopsParty's over, bold soldier move for his holsterShot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulderHard times for po-9, can't control the mass' sweepFor move backstage, we sling v.i.p. passesJakes sprayin mace, riots takin placeWhen the clan show they face, the fans show they placeGet your blunt rolled, ***** the 5-0, they want it dun' know*****es get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front rowFire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my soundRadio dispatcher, back-up, bustin roundsWithout intermission from a crowd's positionBullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, strikin christiansMy nigga slipped in, 'nuff ammunitionTo bust back, ***** that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rapIt's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back doorGats for the beast, high persuit down the side streetsShot up my getaway jeep, crashed the front glassFlew the head rest off the passenger seatI grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feetWhile the locals interrogated for names and photosWork for 5-0, swappin info for dough[chorus]
