Word on the Street Inspectah Deck

[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 dash 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 drivers-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