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 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 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 '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 rolled with told shit I laid 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 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 [Chorus]