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No Escape
354
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Escape was released on July 4, 1995 by Suave House as a part of the album Anotha Day Anotha Balla
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Release DateJuly 4, 1995
LabelSuave House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

Lyrics

I murder **** with an itchy finger
It's Mr. Mike Wright coming up on your shit with the triple beamer
I put the M in mafia (bo! Bo!)
See, that's the sound when that **** steady poppin' ya
At will, I will kill strap like Jack the Ripper
But you can't see me like the Big Dipper
If you think you can handle this, put your strap up
In your lap and ride to some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, I be smellin' in my cell
The guards 'round the yard wake me up early as hell
My heart's gettin' happy as the ass of a sheep
200,000 packets tryna pump me in my sleep
But I keep my motherfuckin' shank in some tissue
If you try to rape me, I'ma stick you
Hit you with that soap I got wrapped up in my drawers
Stay inside your name and the blood stained on the wall
Have to have the mind, let him know that I ain't jokin'
It's time for some jailhouse rules to be broken
I'm thinkin' 'bout a jailbreak, smokin' on a pen that I got from a friend
Threw his friend from his kin named Glenn
Then I got a note from the row and it's the mic
It read, "What's up with that jailbreak? What's poppin', pimp?
Keep the plot at nine o'clock"
Two master locks in a sock will be slipped in your block
Burn your pot and make your way to the stairs
And my man on the inside will meet you there
I be bullshit, you not, but a motherfucker's got to be on spot
When I burst my fucking block loose, givin' a noose to the rest
Take two shakes to the guard chest, one, two, yes, ****, yes
About my steel box, real shots are fired as I make it to the second floor
Destined foe, freedom, so I leave them in their own prison
And the guard got a shank in him
Sticking fools as I makes my way through the riots
Running for my life so I know I can't be tired
Fired one shot when I seen white green light
G.O. now we headed to the last floor
Death tolls, rises and it gets no iller
I'm asking mister, what's the next step ****?
Deliver me from the system, hit 'em where it hurts
Let's be out, it's time to go to work
Oh shit, there go my **** in the pterodome
Slippin' ice, pickin' my wrist, take a deep breath
Oh yes, it's on, collaborate with some G's
From a different state, in the same position
Now I'm quick to see a vision, six months
Planned, plotted, schemed on the enemy
Is it he walkin' behind me, I and me in my sleep?
Creep on down the hall, y'all follow me
Ain't no boundaries, fuck if they stuck
Don't pay for what they done to me
Pictures of naked bitches in a cell
**** diggin' ditches for snitches
But like Nas, it ain't hard to tell
Fuck, they bustin', trust me
****, test your opposition
Push the Panic Button
But a **** we on a mission
Mr. Mike and MJG, we outta here
We struck out for the fence with 20 guards in the rear
No fear, no stopping, no slacking
They coming, looking back
While we gunning, saying prayers
While we running, dogs hunting for a knife
Slice of bad from a cunt dick
But I ain't with them dumb shit
Them hounds gotta run quick
To come get this man
That's down with some men
That's down for breaking out
'Cause they ain't down for staying in
Hit my shin, but I still got my shit in full motion
I'm sliding through that hole that we dug like some lotion
I'm coming up out of the hole, I see the outside of the gate
I go into the trees, get my knees, cut my face
We all up in the bushes, thanking God for the bell
Them dogs got them dogs moving in on the trail
The next thing I know, chrome name that I dove
The system is my house, the system is my home
Here they are
Hey, prisoner, don't move
Hold 'em down, cuff 'em
Written by: Micheal Walls
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