Parrish Smith]

Haircut like Anita Baker

"Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X)

Aiyyo they came to my jail cell and let me go on technicalities

The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie

The prostitute from downtown we checked the dental records

Found her butt naked and on the side EPMD record

Two hours later on Greyhound on my way now

Peeped the shorty up front starin wants to play now

Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat

Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back

Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels

And anybody breakin these rules they get two's

This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact

Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back

to my accomplice, havin no nonsense

That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit

Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click

An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell

Hit the floor, she was leakin

My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin

Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet

Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped

Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage

Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid'

Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open

Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin

Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster

Played it cool, and never lost my composure

As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the

drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover

and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees

Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD

And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic

I'm thinkin, "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?"

Time to activate, JANE on the license plate

Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate

"Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 8X