Smooth Git-A-Way

[Verse 1]
A prisoner, up on the bus, by the name of Joe
He grabbed, his sharp toothbrush, then stuck a hole
Up in, the leg of the guard, he took it hard
The guage, accidentally shot, the story starts
Like this, he stuck him again, bullets in the wind
Buckshots, in the bus driver's head, made the whole bus tip
But Joe, got away with ease, he heard a "Freeze!"
But stop, hell naw he didn't, he took a flee
Through the woods, then fell in a ditch, now holy shit
A snake, is what he ate, or he'll get bit
But back, to the police part, in the county lab
Not enough, police to stop, Lil Joe's lil plan
Homicide, the murder squad, mastered his game
And mentioned, that he wasn't far, he's still in range
But Joe, he might fuck up, cause he's a doctor
And doctors, run straight to hospitals, dodgin' from choppers

[Chorus]
In a Smooth Git-A-Way, it was a Smooth Git-A-Way
It was a Smooth Git-A-Way, it was a Smooth Git-A-Way

[Verse 2]
Now back, in the hospital room, is Little Joe
With clippers, up in his hand, he cut his fro
To change, his identity, which that was slick
He beat, the other doctor down, then took his set
Then jet, up out the door, to the ambulance
The patient, was once the guard, he stepped and glanced
Flashback, from on the bus, made the guard reminisce
He recognized, the face of doc, then he tried to snitch
But doc, was very fast, he gripped the mask
Of gas, then covered his face, to make his ass
Shut up, turned him over to the nurse, placed him in a room
The nurse, took off the mask, so now it's on
"Lil Joe, see, you can run, but you can't hide
Back up, came on the ground, in a disguise
The guard, then dropped some salt, now Joe got caught
In traffic, went through a crowd, surrounded by laws

[Chorus]
In a Smooth Git-A-Way, it was a Smooth Git-A-Way
It was a Smooth Git-A-Way, it was a Smooth Git-A-Way

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
I'm hanging on the curb, with the Thunderbird, stainin' my chest
Hittin' the blunt of Indo and I'm fresh with my Tommy set
Any w-zzz-ay, as I walk down the track with my dope in the matchbox
Glock closely to my dick, just in case I beat a trick
Police rollin' on the scooters, claimin' they watching my neighborhood
What they don't expect: a young nigga like me up to no good
Poppin' cars, makin' stangs, dicking bitches with the M
Smackin' or makin' em fucking suck the liquor out Lil Gin's nut
Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor
Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide ho?!
In the fucking closet, damn, them roaches falling on my face
Motherfucker, juvenile, catch me then you got a case