Bone Thugs-N-Harmony – “Down ’71 (The Getaway)” Lyrics

Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: Down ’71 (The Getaway)

Courtroom Spectator #1

Playa hatin’ ass muthafuckas, man.  Fuck that.  Man, put that shit out, man.  Ain’t ‘posed to be smokin’ no muthafuckin’ weed in court.  Man, what the fuck you doing?

Courtroom Spectator #2

Man, fuck that.  Man, they got my nigga.

Courtroom Spectator #1

Man, that shit ain’t even cool.

Courtroom Spectator #2

Support his ass.

Judge

Okay, order in the court.

Court Bailiff

People versus Bone-thugs-n-harmony.  Case #C601999.

Judge

Will the defendant please stand?  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?

Bizzy Bone

Naw, man.

Court Spectator #3

You know the muthafucka did it!

Judge

Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair. Hahahahaha!

Bizzy Bone

We had to get ’em up with two thugs
Runnin’ side by side with #1
Bet I won’t drop my gauge on
When the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded I’m done
Rip’s gripping the six-shot pump so spill it
Copper lettin’ the lead off
Copper thought that he had me cuffed
Lil’ Layzie blew his head off
Get ’em up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
#1 best start duckin’ with a gun already buckin’
We split up
Bust a left on the double-glock and
Where the fiends roll up for rocks and
This perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel
And I hit the fences
Rippin’ up the trenches
I’m bailin’ while they trailin’
Better in hell than in a cell and
Ain’t no tellin’ where them coppers be dwellin’
One had spotted me
Picked up a piece and shot at me
But I practice what I preach
So see the two slugs up in his body
Got him
Run with smoke comin’ from the barrel of me gun
Hit the bend
Oh what a dumb-dumb
I got yum-yummed on a dead end
They set in then they lead in
They wanted me off in a coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin’ and wailin’
I went unconscious from the stompin’
Takin’ a loss and wakin’ up in that coffin
And without no stallin’ cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn
Me lookin’ in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug
Straight to the cell with no parole
In the hole where I won’t budge
Sent me to death row
Watchin’ the time by fly past
But Rip’ll be sittin’ mindless
Never spineless
In silence
Hopin’ I die fast
But chill
No doubt
Sleep on
Gotta get away put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat you
So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet you

Layzie Bone

Bailin’ on a mission
Flippin’ the script
Better check what the wind just blew in
Better think again
It’s a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10
Lil’ nigga Rip had to empty the clip
Had to pump them slugs up in to them cops
And he made them drop
Glock went pop-pop
Goin’ out with my thug on the double-glock
Back from Hell and ready to bail
Time to hit the trail
‘Cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin’ the Bible
When I got a grenade inside
The squad gettin’ ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles
Pullin’ me gauge and laughter
Keep buckin’ them faster
All I was thinkin’ when I seen them bustas scatter
Better watch out for them buckshots
‘Cause them can’t fade me gauge
Gotta bust some souls in their graves
So I’m buckin’ him straight to the pave
Can’t be safe
I’m buckin’
Lil’ Ripsta
Reinforcements comin’ in fast and blast
Gave my nigga Double Zs the MAC-10
Lettin’ that gun-gun blast on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
MAC-10s
Sawed-off eruptions
Got plenty ammunition
Them missin’
Listen destruction
I’m bustin’
‘Cause I’m makin’ that getaway
‘Bout to getaway
Niggas got to escape
And it’s never too late when you dash and try to break
Nigga just can’t test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin’ duckin’ comin’ up to the front door
Barricaded and I pulled a grenade
Tossed it to the door
Let it explode and we made it
Creepin’ through the courtyard
Saw Krayzie feelin’ safety comin’
Hittin’ the fence and jumpin’ it quick
From Krayzie’s TEC-9 bullets on me

Bizzy Bone

Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy and Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.

Layzie Bone

Well, I love to see them boys get theyselves outta this one.

Krayzie Bone

Sit as I wait in the smug
Rollin’ real fast like a dog
And began with a rage
And the gauge can’t let go
They done labeled my nigga psychotic
Bitches has got him sittin’ on death row
Scopin’ off the tower
Peepin’ the scene so when my niggas trail
Screamin’ out, “one-eighty-seven,” and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out the cell
It’s all organized
How my nigga #1
Disguised as the preacher
Won’t be pullin’ a bible
Mission for survival
Nigga so I creep the
TEC-millimeter
Somebody done pulled the alarm
Now it’s on
Slaughterin’
Bone sprayed off the TEC
Gotta let him know which way was home
We got gone but them holice was pullin’ up quick
Nigga what’s up
Quick bust in first
When you hit that fence
Niggas get cut the fuck up
We’re steady buckin’
Steady duckin’
Buckin’ while I was jumpin’
All we was thinkin’ is, “Don’t get caught”
Nigga like me
Get the gun
Run and gunnin’
Frontin’ with thugs
Gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs
Put ’em in the mud
And all across my face was, “I’d rather lay in blood.”
Dodgin’ now who made the gun blew with the swoop
Bailin’ back home with my troops
I’m runnin’ with four crazy niggas
That’s down with they niggas
They ain’t scared to shoot
Now we’re rollin’
No more than a half a mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone
We load glocks and squeeze
Say, “fuck all these roadblocks”
Busted a ‘U’
Then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the switch
And I push the button
That boy came out the trunk
And put it in drive
See that Souljah Boy buckin’
Back in the other direction
Po-po came quick them heat up
Niggas glanced at each other
Opened up they doors
And they kicked they feet up
I jumped outta the car
Had to jump over the hood
‘Cause I’m headed straight for the woods
My niggas they followed behind me
We getaway smooth
A nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Waited ’til midnight ’til we ride out
Hid a car so we could drive out
While we waited
We all got fried out fool
If you’s a thuggish-ruggish thug
Nigga scream, “Mo!”
Took one of my niggas off death row
Now we got one mo’ to go


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Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: Down ’71 (The Getaway)