WC - Quick Way Out lyrics

[W.C.] Down on my motherf**in 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***a'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** So now I gotta call up my n***a My n***a Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside Yo n***a wha**up? 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**er 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** So now I got the mac with the teller Just in case these motherf**ers wanna play Goodfellas Called up the crew; aiy Coolio This motherf**er said he knew this n***a with some loot [C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape? Nawww motherf**er just murder and a take [C:] Cool, then set it up Aight n***a 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**er it's on yeah Three-wheel motion, throwin up the M n***a Dana Dane's what I call my rims Scooped up Cool', now we in pursuit Two n***as 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***a {*scratching*} So now we at my n***a Ty house Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this n***a out Just got out of Quentin for a caper And I don't wanna go back so motherf**er put it on paper [C:] And no sooner than we got the info I shot the n***a in the head with the fo'-fo' I grabbed my mac when the motherf**er 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 n***a? That was my homeboy n***a! [C:] Yo f** that n***a! WE CAN GET BIGGER! So now we on our way to get paid Rollin in a f**ed 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**in SWAT And if anything move it's gonna get popped Awwwww, there go the n***a that we lookin for Fool, GET YO' MOTHERfu*kIN ASS ON THE FLO' [C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape Dub, I got the motherf**in safe BAY-BAYYYY! [C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin And I'm trippin off this fat-a** grip that I'm holdin And the n***a, 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**in drink and knock some boots Big money big trout ain't no doubt I'm lookin for a quick way out, motherf**er! {*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 n***a we smoked Had some homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo' So now we gettin chased by some n***as in the cut But I bet this mac'll make they a** stay back Hit up the gat, damn my sh** is jammed Good thing a n***a 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 n***as to Harris and Ross But this time a n***a wasn't color blind f**ed around and got smoked at the end of the crime