Lyrics The Getaway - Slim Guerilla

The Getaway

Speedin' fast on the mothafuckin' highway
Bitch, I gotta get away
Spirits got me on the J
What the fuck am I gonna do?
All I see is red and blue
If they fuckin' catch me driftin'
I’ll be a dead warrior fool
Someone’s gun shots
Dead up in his gushing brain
Bustin' it down the wood and
The busta ass nigga just goin' insane
Still no one for the blame
But, wait, SG Rilla Mane
In the red warrior vest
With some gold around his neck
Had to ditch the fucking car
Balling fast through the woods
Runnin' through some tall grass
I’m constantly thinking right throwing right back to the hood
But I know I’m far from home
Still runnin' in this danger zone
Voices playin' in my head
That I’m gonna end up in a funeral home
Walked up on the corner store
Spotted out some Edison boys
Thinkin' up to myself
«If I run up on 'em, will they make some noise?»
But I said, «Fuck that shit,»
Gotta keep it movin', bitch
Seen a nigga walk past me
Didn’t even say shit
One of them boys told me to stop
I looked back and said, «Fuck whatcha thought»
Runnin' up on a nigga
You just guaranteed that you wanna get dropped
Small town outfit
Bust their ass, orphans
Them niggas knew to me alone
Or I’m out destroying shit
Went on, continued my route
Still had a long way
Duckin' and dodgin' for 45 shots
And I headed to the subway
Even though I made it safe
I had thoughts up on my brain
That I’m still a fugitive
But I’m still up on the getaway
Bitch, I’m on the getaway
Bitch, I’m on the getaway
Bitch, I’m on the getaway
Bitch, I’m on the getaway
Spirits always hauntin' me
Spirits always on me
Bitch, I gotta get away
I gotta make it to Coney
Bitch, I gotta get away
Bitch, I gotta get away
Bitch, I gotta get away
Bitch, I gotta get away
Spirits always hauntin' me
Spirits always on me
Bitch, I gotta get away
I gotta make it to Coney