Jane 5

[Parrish Smith] Haircut, like Anita Baker "Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X) [Verse 1: Parrish Smith] 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)