Word On The Street

Lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Smooth getaway! Yeah! One-time on my ass Getaway! 'Bout to make this hundred yard dash.. with the cash [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo! I'm fleein' the crime scene on the Major Deegan Power steerin', lost the handle and the Jeep spinned Deep in the seat, high-pursuit by the precinct My co-defendant turned state and let the Beast in They rushed my old Earth lab Grabbed 50G's cash and the stash, and let the Glocks splash Son dashed down the fire escape, past the weed gate The weed gate, thought it was a sting! Cocked the Tre' 8 Jakes givin' chase, now the dreads must 'scape 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 'cause 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 roll with told shit! I laid low, 007 'til it get dark He told where my Wis' live and where the whip's parked Got my address off the license plate That eliminate headin' to my next restin' place Uncertain, my Wis' peeped from behind the curtain And seen the high-beam from the chicky lurkin' The high-speed chase got me swervin' I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a Suburban In the mirror, I'm starin' at the eyes of the law Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver's 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 in the fire [Chorus: Inspectah Deck & (Raekwon)] (The word on the street) They can't trace my rap sheets Still, I creep swift, tryna slip all heat (The word on the street) This thing's way beyond deep Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed with no leaks (The word on the street) The evidence concrete My Co-D mysteriously got set free (The word on the street) The photographs let the Beast splash through the projects the last few weeks [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo! You bein' watched like you new on the block from roof tops Get your booze on, these hot shots pop, music stops Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in the shoulder Hard times for Po-9, can't control the masses They scream for more, backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes Jakes sprayin' mace, riots takin' place When the Clan show they face, the fans slow they pace Get your blunt rolled! Fuck the Five-0! They want it, dun' know Bitches get trampled, niggas wildin' in the front row Fire Marshall catch a beat-down tryna cut my sound Radio dispatcher "Back-up!" Bustin' rounds without intermission from a crouched position Bullets ricocheted off the strobe-light, strikin' Christians My nigga slipped in 'nuff ammunition to bust back! Fuck that! Them out-of-town cats'll 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 street Shot up my getaway Jeep Crashed the front glass and blew the head-rest off the passenger seat I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet While the locals interrogated for names and photos Work for 5-0, swappin' info for doe [Chorus: Inspectah Deck & (Raekwon)] (The word on the street) They can't trace my rap sheets Still, I creep swift, tryna slip all heat (The word on the street) This thing's way beyond deep Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed with no leaks (What's the word on the street?) The evidence concrete My Co-D mysteriously got set free (The word on the street) The photographs let the Beast splash through the projects the last few weeks