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 

[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 persuit 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 
Cuz 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 layed 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 
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