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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - "Down 71 (Original Version)"
Lyrics to Down 71 (Original Version) : Its fuckin late and Im tired... works prolly slackin, so be that anyone notice a flaw(s) feel free to let me know. Btw: Krays voice when he enters is Ill beyond words; check it. [Flesh:] Down 71, to get away me gots to run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [Bizzy:] Hit, get em up: niggas on the run, runnin side by side with #1. When drop me gauge, and when the po-po chase and they catch me barehanded, Im done. Rips grippin the six-shot pump, so spill it. Gotta let a me lead off. Copper thought that he had me caught: Little Layzie blew his head off. Get em on the get up. The bullets-they start to get lit up. #1 best at duckin, with the gun already buckin. We split up. Bust a left on the double-glock and, the fiends roll up for rocks, and is, this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin up me trench and, Im bailin while they trailin. Better in hell than in a cell, and aint no tellin where them coppers dwellin. One he spotted me, picked up them piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach: proceeded them 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 the dead end. They set in, and 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 and, me lookin in the eyes of a judge. He had already bit the thug-straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, where I wont budge. Sent me to death row, watchin the time by fly past, but Ripll be sittin mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin I die fast, but chill. Neva did sleepa. Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer. Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya. [Layzie:] Back on the mission, flipped the script, better check what the wind just blew in. Think again. Its a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with a MAC-10, and Rip had to empty out the clip, had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, made em drop. Gat went pop-pop! Goin out with my soldier on the double-glock, back from Hell; ready to bail, time to hit the trail, cause they wanted my nigga fried. Holdin the Bible with the grenade on the inside. The squad, gettin ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them bustas scattered. Reachin for them pistols, but them cant fade me gauge. Now me bucked them straight to them pave, and me bucked em straight to them grave: Cant be saved. Im buckin, my nigga reinforcements comin fast. Gave Rip the MAC-10, so we let them gun-gun blast on they ass. We rippin chests through vests, MAC-10s and sawed-off eruptions. Ammunition, no missin, listen, destruction. Im bustin. Gotta makin that getaway, gotta getaway, we gots to escape. Neva too late to make or break; dont never test the Bone fate. We steadily runnin, steadily runnin. Thats the do barracaded; pulled the grenade. Tossed to the do, let it explode and we made it. Out to the courtyard, saw Krayzie, feelin saftety comin. Hit the fence and jumped it, from my niggas pistols bullets is on it. [Krayzie:] Sit as I wait in the smug. Roll up real fast like a dog, and began with a guage, and the rage cant let go. They done labeled my nigga psychotic; bitches has got him sittin on death row. Scopin out the tower, peepin the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin out, "one-eighty-seven, " and bail. Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell. Its all organized, how my nigga #1 disguised as the preacher. Well be pullin a bible mission foe survival, nigga so creep the TEC-millimeter. Somebody done pulled the alarm. Now, its on. Slaughterin, Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home. We got gone, but them ho-lice was pullin up quick. Nigga, whats up' Rip was in first. When he hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up. Were steady buckin, steady duckin, buckin, while I was jumpin. All we was thinkin is, "Dont get caught." Nigga like me hit the ground runnin, gunnin, frontin with thugs. Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put em in the mud[gunshots], and all across my face was, "Id rather lay in blood." After them who' Made them come play with the swoop, bailin back home with my troops. Im runnin with four crazy niggas thats down with they niggas and aint scared to shoot. Now were rollin, no more than a half a mile we get stopped. Cops surround Bone. We load glocks, as we say "fuck these roadblocks" Though, if you a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream "Mo! ". Took onea my niggas off death row; we got one mo to go. [Flesh:] Down 71, to get away me gots to run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [ Down 71 (Original Version) Lyrics ]
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