| Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
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| The girl that got merked it wasn’t Jane it was fuckin Valerie
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| The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
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| Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record
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| Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now
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| Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now
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| Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
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| Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back
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| Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels
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| And anybody breakin these rules they get two’s
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| This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
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| Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back
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| To my accomplice, havin no nonsense
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| That’s when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
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| Thinkin quick that’s when the hammer went click
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| An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell
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| Hit the floor, she was leakin
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| My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin
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| Who’s next? |
| Who wanna flex? |
| Cop in the seat wet
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| Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped
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| Shit’s thick, that’s when she grabbed me took me hostage
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| Told me 'snatch the bags and don’t fuck with my props kid'
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| Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open
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| Bus on it’s side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin
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| Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
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| Played it cool, and never lost my composure
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| As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the
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| Drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover
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| And passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
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| Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD
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| And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic
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| I’m thinkin, «Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?»
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| Time to activate, JANE on the license plate
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| Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate
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| «Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane» (repeat 8X) |