Quick Way Out

[W.C.] Down on my motherf**kin luck Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail So now I gotta come up on a lick but the lick that I hit can't be no bullllllshit So now I gotta call up my nigga My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside Yo nigga wha*sup? I need a lick He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherf**ker was worth ten mill' I said, "Cool then it's a done deal" Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask Put it on tight so nobody could see my a*s So now I got the mac with the teller just in case these motherf**kers wanna play Goodfellas Called up the crew; aiy Coolio This motherf**ker said he knew this nigga with some loot [C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape? Nawww motherf**ker just murder and a take [C:] Cool, then set it up Aight nigga here I come Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another gun Slapped on my khakis, I'm gone Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherf**ker it's on yeah Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M Nigga Dana Dane's what I call my rims Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit Two niggaz with a plan to get some loot Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house Lookin for a quick way out, nigga {*scratching*} So now we at my nigga Ty house Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out Just got out of Quentin for a caper and I don't wanna go back so motherf**ker put it on paper [C:] And no sooner than we got the info I shot the nigga in the head with the fo'-fo' I grabbed my mac when the motherf**ker hit the flo' God damn Coolio, what you shoot him fo'? [C:] Look, I know you and you know me but I don't know him and that's the way it's gonna be Who's that nigga? That was my homeboy nigga! [C:] Yo f**k that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER! So now we on our way to get paid Rollin in a f**ked up van with taped up license plates Took the back way through the alley And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit from the wet daddy [C:] Got out the van, hit the back gate Everything's goin according to plan I had the front and Dub had the back I had the fo'-fo' and he had the mac Now we runnin through the house like motherf**kin SWAT and if anything move it's gonna get popped Awwwww, there go the nigga that we lookin for Fool, GET YO' MOTHERf**kIN a*s ON THE FLO' [C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape Dub, I got the motherf**kin safe BAY-BAYYYY! [C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin And I'm trippin off this fat-a*s grip that I'm holdin And the nigga, huh, don't worry about him Took the combination and the yea and I shot him We got the loot and now we in route to get a motherf**kin drink and knock some boots Big money big trout ain't no doubt I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherf**ker! {*tires peel, instrumental interlude*} [W.C.] So now we on our way to the spot A bucket full of ducats to drop before the streets get hot But little did we know that the nigga we smoked had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo' So now we gettin chased by some niggaz in the cut but I bet this mac'll make they a*s stay back Hit up the gat, damn my shit is jammed Good thing a nigga had a backup plan But it's too late to grab the extra gat Burnin rubber in the bucket and we cracked [C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to Harris and Ross But this time a nigga wasn't color blind f**ked around and got smoked at the end of the crime