Quick Way Out lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


[W.C.]
Down on my motherf*ckin 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 n*gga'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 bullllllsh*t
So now I gotta call up my n*gga
My n*gga Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo n*gga whassup? 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*cker 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 ass
So now I got the mac with the teller
Just in case these motherf*ckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherf*cker said he knew this n*gga with some loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape?
Nawww motherf*cker just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, then set it up
Aight n*gga 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*cker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M
n*gga Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit
Two n*ggas 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, n*gga
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