The Getaway - The Cypha

[9milli]

aight this story is at jay's request n it will be a theme of a bank robbery to the getaway i haven't got time to drop the first, will drop later if anyone wants to drop the first verse in the meantime then do so

Peace

[ill-matix]

robbing the bank at jays request but hes still unavailable to accept in it //
sorry for killing the civilians and tagging all pavillions and now im feeling effectionate //

the robbery and commodity with the oddity is affected so i bring my ak forty-seven //
my sharp shots are hearts to blood clots just like the lord be to heaven //

i shoot the cop and then remove the camera visionaries //
need help in this event cuz i view no consent when i leave like priests at drama missionaries //
just 6 lines but somebody finish the story ok....

[ill-matix]

anybody gonna finish this....

[Source]

Put da money in bag is what I told da clerk
if anybody move den somebody is gettin hurt
i want money jewels and credit cards gimme what u got
i got 4-5's and nine's and automatic shotz
fuck da copz leave it to me and i'll get rid of dem
all it takes is a couple of shots aint nobody scared of dem

[ill-matix]

[pop::pop] goes the gun when i release the trigger
3 civilians fall down as i smile and flip my middle finger
cell my peeps to pick me up so we can getaway
my escape from this vault burglary is another kobe fade away*

finish it off source.....

[Source]

A Nigga got da doe so I'm ready to go/
Niggaz in my way im sendin shots from da fo-fo/
runnin from da po-po i gotta get-lo/
Da law wont catch me cuz im on da otha side of da border/
wit a mexican mami im da playin da papi while im her daughter/
but i'll be back 2 da states so i can cop me a quater/
and do my thang on da block again dis game back in my order/

[Source]

We got doe in da bags gettin low from da scene/
hop in da whip start bustin back we keepin da creme/
we goin 2 da border until our money in order/
shippin quaters thru da waters give em to ya daughters/
lay low for a couple of months and stack cheese/
and we gonna hit anotha bank up ova seas/

[JaeSwift]

NOW WE IN ASIA STACKIN UP ON THA WEALTH, MONEY ROLLS CHINESE BROADS UP UNDA MY BELT// YEA IT SEEMS LIKE IM ON TOP OF THA WORLD, BUT IMA GREEDY NI99A, ROB AGAIN MILLION DOLLARS IN PEARLS// LAYIN LOW ONCE AGAIN STAY THA FUCK OUTTA DODGE, A BLACK DODGE MINI-VAN, YEA DATS ONE OF THA CARS// DIS TIME WE IN JAPAN MY MAN, 5-0 SUSPICIOUS "SQWALIAE" SO WE LOSIN DA VAN.....

JaEsWiFt

Y.............A..............I
WE READY 4 WAR!!!

[Raskal]

We lost the van/Stackin up chips/
Fuckin Chinese chicks/Coppin one
of the most complex whips/But i'd
rather face life in jail without bail/
Than burnin in fire fury eternally in
hell/I aint finna turn myself in/I'm
to busy livin the life/But i'm duckin
and dodgin every time I see them
blu light/Sirens whellin/I know I wont
live to hear niggaz story they tellin/
And I'm a soldier is the only thing I
yellin

[Source]

I gotta lotta backbone headed backhome/ready to count money chill in da relax zone/i aint tryna get caught up wit all dis money/so tell my girl ta hold it and hand it ta honey/we rich now we aint gotta worry bout starving/put da doe in da bank throw it on da card now we chargin/buyin da latest shit from cars to clothes/and we partyin all night at every club dats why da bars is closed/in a couple of months we gonna hit another bank up/and keep doin it ova neva caught we gotta get our bank up/mo money mo problems diddy and biggie was right about dat/threw a couple grand ta my man he was hype about dat/so i put him on da next robbery told be there and dont be late/more people mo money we gotta stack up dis cake.......

[FlawlesS]

months went by, now im gonna test-the-scene//
step to the bank like nuthin, on my quest-for-cream//
i pull-the-ak, leave the place full of shells when i pull-it-8-ways//
i rob the bank, hop-in-a-whip, i aint stoppin-for-shit//
i got my lucky watch-on-my-wrist, it rattles as i start poppin-them-clips//
thought i was droppin doughnuts the way the cops-on-my-shit//
followin-in-close-range, while my mans is spittin hollow-tips-in-both-ways//
they gonna follow-this-for-all-day...

[Psyko-Mantis]

"Keep goin we on a roll!" Robbed the bank in the pacific time zone/
*pop* *pop* Homie lets out shots and ya hear the cop give a Master P moan/
We left the scenary like a mirage switched whips in the planned out garage/
We pulled a all nighter, next day switched the van and coped me a Viper/
Stayed with 80 mil in my pocket I'm about to hook up the whip with a NASA rocket that leaves dust in the eye sockets/
The news in a media debate tryin to formulate who robbed the place/
I grinned and look at the homie and said "Next Victim - Bill Gates."

Psko-Mantis

[MuZiKaLiTy]

runnin' fo survival now jacket pumped up wida green
copz comin' im still strivin now jus jumped ova da main stream
they gettin closa now the thuddin gettin louda
pull out tha trigger now tha shudr'n bang settin murda
ma homiez gettin neara now i c em watin in dem black wheels
i thought i finnally had it feel like goin off afta 4 dem mac-mealz
den a shot i neva made i heard, tha darkness n alotta flyin batz n bird/
shiver thru ma back- jus got stung by n attack- homiez lookin at me 4om a distance like they lost all word/
one shot took ma breath away- crushed ma kneez as i fell on muddy ground that day,
ma younge brotha wanted to run 2 me-while otha homiez held him-2-stay/
my vision blurred yet i saw all hope in ma broz eyes decay/
death by reason of loss of breath- neva even gotta use all that monAY/

[Illadelphian]

fuck dyin, im tryina stay alive while i can// thats why im clever wit my skeems, turnin 5 into 10// a greenless genius child, u kno i had to make that money// started poppin shots when i was 7, no joke, it aint funny// the type of criminal to reasearch a target months in advance// buckin at security, dont even let them punks get a chance// i got the dynamite vest incase shit get hectic// an extra heater under my seat so cops catch slugs from the tech clip// my last getaway, i let a stray hit a old bitch lady// cops catchin me is less likely than if the magic sold McGrady// chillin wit them dead presidents, now we residents of Spain// left no evidence for revelance that my existance remain// bout 6 months ago, the manhunt stopped// done wit banks, now that im rich, me n my man hunt cops//

[PLAYBOYBLAZE]

we hunt cops to leave em on welfare without health care
bought some real estate in tha states somewhere near bel air
injured, but back in tha country walkin funny and moneys talkin
stackin cops spines in da trunk like piggybacks fo playin possum
one by one we off em, by far my backyards the star badge's coffin
drivebys dat blast teks at dragnets n keep squad car crashes common
walls covered in murdered victims pictures, crazy cuts with scissors
got they spleens n livers in the blender, render some tasty mixtures
like a sick game of twister, dead bodies positions with limbs missin
skin eyes n set they sights on fryin pans to cook up this grim vision

[Illadelphian]

ayo, i realized this cypha was more like everybody spittin there own verse about a robbery instead of a ongoin story, so i think we should start it over cuz its a hot concept, ima start it up n if yall cats wanna keep it goin holla back..........

we hop in da white van wit a tight skam for green//
i had a vision, a sight man, a nice plan, a dream//
woke up n started writin it out, aint wanna forget//
9 heads, 2 AK's, 2 shotties and four tech's//
we gon hit up the federal bank on 54th and market//
they got 5 trained guards wit 9's and they kno how to spark it//
u prolly wonderin bout the xtra man, no heat but he in the plan//
rockin a suit, he tell us when to spark the burner like fryin pans//
you see, the vault open for transaction once each day//
between 1-2, we gotta kno the moment to come n spray//
he gon hit us up wit a walkie talkie, we cant be late//
das da plan, its up to yall to start spittin our fate//

[Guttah Guttah]

i'm tryna figure out should i go this way or that way/which burner holdin me down the most the H or the SK/slidin erywhere like i'm on ice wit gretzkay/sirens gettin closer but i dont think they gon catch a nigga/i would hide but i kno they'll get the dogs to go fetch a nigga/now i'm in tough spot drop my asthma pump back at the dice game/all i got on me is a bag of green and some night train/dickie jacket weighin me down pissin me off i got my mans and on the jack tippin me off/the law on 31st and i'm on 33rd helicopters on my ass i aint got no way to turn/seen my man in his vic told em let hold it for a second/he was hesitant cuz niggas kno i be drivin wreckless/tryna re-light my blunt the ash went out/a couple later the lights on the dash go out/the fuckin pigs is still on my ass no doubt/but fuck it i aint goin out like no non-thinkin fool/got home just in time to se me self on the news.....

[C.Streetz]

they wont catch a nigga cuz i aint tryna serve no time/im in da back alley hidin tryna burn some time/i got da law on my ass tryna lock me down/im on my job tryna dash they cant stop me now/duece, duece under my sleeve just in case i gotta shoot back/runnin for my life, i aint tryna give dis loot back/after a couple of minutes i hop up in da whip/plan ta get ta my destination witout gettin shot up in da whip/paranoid lookin in da rearview takin da backroads/and if they tryda box me in den im lettin da mac go/keepin my hat low, dont wanna end up on da screen like guttah/i gotta make it thru dis one at least so i can see my mother/but im not worryin cuz i gotta alotta protection/i aim for ya wig and chest and shoot up all of dat section/time ta getaway, on da down low like I'm R.Kelly/cuz im durty and ima lunatic and i aint talkin bout Nelly/get to a safe place, stay till i get str8/cuz im not gettin caught and sent ta court for a 6 ta 8/......

More coming soon......

[o*Mega]

when it come to shells i got about 6-8...//
i ain't working no 6-8 and i drive a '68..//
to stay away from the 5-0 undercovers carry nickel plates.//
but it's time for the getaway and i ain't talking bout no game.//
vest on my pecs and i;m ready to shoot out.//
like old westerns no testin but them hollow tips is out..//
staying low like half of a bunk bed in the trunk dead ..//
i gotta dump kids on my trail is enough feds..//
got a jesus piece swingin from my neck..//
i'm clinging to his words
cuz he the only one i'm trusting at this sec..//
i got a funny feeling about this spot
they bout to blow like rough sex the door burst
OH shit what the fuck i'mma doo next....................

[J-Rey]

Next I hear the sirens from thje police cars/look at the stars/and realzie i cant behind bars/
I got a bitch at home/who gives real nice dome/put this in the back of my mind and push down the chrome/
I speed off wit not a care in the world/cruisin through these trails, almost ran over a squirrel/
Pull out the woods, hit the main road again/ oh shit the cops see me, better get ridda the gin/
Throw the bottle out the window and it hits the cops windshield/cruise into a school and drive cross the field/
dodgin kids when theyre at practice/stop for a minute, see a hottie, an blow her a kiss/
speed off again lookin for a way out/ cruise through the parkin lot/ i feel so high damn i cant believe im this hot/
get out the car and run into the ditch/its pitch black out, and hide from the bitch/ see the car comin from around the block
so i open up my jacket and pull out my glock/

[T.C.]

...I put three bullets through the windshield an' popped out a headlight/ The car swerved n' spun out, gave me time to get my head right/ I dropped the heater, stripped my beater* an' started duckin' in trenches/
I was losin' my breath from jumpin' them fences/ heard the car comin' so I kept runnin' to elude it/ I already ditched the gun so I couldn't attempt to shoot it/ I had to find a car, mine was disabled/ I looked across the street an' there was a Sable/ The car wasn't what I was wishin', it was in terrible condition/ but I jumped in it anyway an' checked the ignition/ I started it up an' challenged the cops to a game of chicken/ 'bout 10 feet away I froze up; panic stricken......

*wife beater

[Smoke]

Panic stricken I stand here thinkin' blast or run/
Low ammunition vision of killin' this man is done/
I aim wit one chance shoot a wish through bullets/
Spray a path to the church then hit the pulpit/
Pull quick cat's get crazy war is mah sanctuary/
Wessen mah blessing, reason I stand here lately/
Feelin' crazy I look outside to find a nine on eye/
So I spray without question wonder if I'm gone die/
Cry while trapped in a matrix of hate shit, soul fly wit time/
Fine I leave the cathedral seeking evil/
New state enemy might as well delete people/
Cause a sequel of this man slaughter scope scans fathers/
But he bitched and ran so I murder the man's daughter/
What follows is a police shape I lead the race/
Kill just to show I equally treat yo apes....

[Baby_Tasha]

Sanity lost,never seen myself in dis worse of shape
Minds gleaming away, am i even apart of the human race?
I just shot somebody for a couple of dollas, what a descrase
A waste of human life, i feel tasteless
Bitter, no feeling/ dropped da 9, ran back in da sable, mind screaming/
Leave dis world peacfully? or should i die trying?
Start up the egnition,cant think straight..thoughts multiplying
Role down the window and away i speed
Cops nowhere to be found,not even following me, i got the leed
Calm my nerves on tha way to my bitches crib
Role into tha garage,should i tell dis mami what i did..............?

[Baby_Tasha]

this is a good cypha...some1 keep the ball rollin...add on to the above verse....

[CB-Dave]

I get out tha car, I can hear sirens approachin'
dunno what to do, I feel tha walls of my cell encroachin'
no time to think, I daren't blink - my heart is tryin to escape through my chest
oh shit, they're in the street, and god - I'm stuck fast
I start up my ride, slam it in drive, hit the gas - vapourise the tyres
there's a cruiser behind me, he ain't slowin down
I pull my 9, let off some caps, he swerves and is gone
I'm on urban streets - this ain't good, i'm shootin cops and I'm in my hood
I nail the gas - have to get away, for the sheer desire of living to see another day
what's that noise from above, shit they've got me in the spot - i'm done for good
"pull over the vehicle" the voice says, fuck - i've gotta get away
another cruiser in pursuit, I daren't turn to look
*bang* the back screen is out, what do i do now
do I give up or run - i can see the settin sun...

word

[illogikaal]

dawg i gotta getaway theres gotta be a better way
see i learned my trade from pac from makaveli to better dayz
my tires get shot out and they slidin the highway
the cops continue to blast //this day wont be my last
i skid to a halt keep my head down
the megaphone screamin come out and remain on the ground
i got one clip left im prayin god aint bout to see
that the next person comin to his gates wont be lookin like me
the clock slows down everything flows in a haze
my door swings open and i see 3 more bullets desirin my grave
the first bullet leaves the gat i can almost see it move like the matrix
my autonomic system is forgetting the basics
the bullet hits the cop hard and starts the insanity
my conscience prayin that he didnt have no family
im hellbound now what wud u do if it was you
im a let the next mc tell yall what hes about to do

[Terror-eyes]

im a get the f*** out, man wot would you do? i just robbed bank,
im at the door with my loot, i didnt wanna shoot, but that bitch had it coming, she runnin and screemin, i said stay calm! she said f*** you and pressed the alarm, i cant beleive this, man, they got me in a panic,
i best run quick, like im mutha f***in sonic,

homie start the vehicle, an here come the piglets, im calm and countin digets, but theres a road block on the bridge its too late, I AINT GONNA WAIT FOR FATE TO TAKE PLACE, aim at their face, blast, let em taste the led, i open gates, coz i blew up the feds,

now we caught in a trafic jam, so i get out the car, and hijack a mini van,
dont be silly man, i pretend im a pedestrian, and drive slow, and im hearing sirens and see the lights glow, so i resort to violence its the only way to go, sack gettin arrested, ive bin tested to my limits ,
i cant be assed so im gunna blast my last time, im not scared of death coz ill live through this rhyme and these lyrics.

[Terror-eyes]

this iz a fast as fuck flow

yo...a hundred miles n runnin, terror-eyes you know im cunning,
n cookin up a plan, to kill pigz, n cook me sum motherfu*kin ham,
and get rich, im gonna rob a bank, and be quick,
in and out, like you dont know how, shot dat bitch,
cun clip empty now, get in tha vehicle, and there i go,
fasta than the speed of lightenin yo, mastering tha weed is frightenin,
for you, coz i spent that cash on sum mean green dope,
fumes so high that the police cant cope,
wind the window, the muthafuc*kin indo smoke, creeped out,
and traveld up the piglets snout, he freeked out,
i ran the pig down, and reved the fuckin streets out,
...i gotta way thats all i gotta say

[Masta-T]

I ran the pig down but he led me to a trap//

it was the fuckin swat team thank god i was strapped//

shot the entire clip and hit a few in the chest//

took down fifteen pigs and slit the throats of the rest//

stole one of the armored cars and took the shotguns from the vehicles//

shot up the entire precint steppin on body's like i was elipticles*//

took the evidence from the vault ; some gats and pounds of weed//

tomorrows another day, smoked a blunt and went to sleep//


*= eliptical is another word for a stairmaster

[IcedOutFlow]

Knock Knock Said the poe poe knocking at my doors//
i was surrounded, thank god i have shitty ass floors//
kick a hole in it pulled the dresser over the hole//
this is a tight spot but i had tighter pussey holes//
Heart racing punding in my chest,nowhere to run so i took a deep breath//
crawling over rats and roaches reaking of death//
under my home i hear the foot steps above my head//
Bashing and breaking, Knowing they'll soon find where im hid//
then i realized this is where my ghetto ass keeps gas and lawn stand// when i passed out with blunt and lighter in my hand// i pocketed that shit right before i ran// so i move the dresser my stash safely hid// watching the eyes of the boys as i lit up that shit// Welcome To MeCasa please come again//

[Tonic]

just got done gettin drunk at a bar
jumped in my car, and had a shot gun pumped in arms
suddenly got this crazy idea to rob a bank
came up cause i was sloshed and tanked,
or maybe i just lost my brain
had my adrenalin pumpin till i popped a vein
went and shot up the place, felt like hulk picken up the vault ,
but ran outta energy and dropped the safe
stummblin to my feet i realized i had a hole in my cheek
to take away the insane pain i smoke a bowl of weed laced wit pcp
police toled me to freeze,
but i was still gettin high holdin my piece
bullets were released goin through me
but i was still goin towards them like a zombie ready to feast
couldnt feel a thing, i was more twisted then a door knob
killed every human being,
but left the scene more clean than ya teeth with floride

[prince_ob_da_rhymes]

u left da scene clean/ but aftawards they traced ur blood/ n ur shoes wit studs/ while u were fleein/ i was at da bak keyin da password / took da cash/ n da rest ob da stash/ killen cops on ma way out/ fillin bags ov marijawana crops/ till i stop n shout/ road block/ runnin da other way/ enterin a pub but it was locked/ copped wit hand cuffs/ was asked questions/ ma mind neva restin/ infestin ma blood everytime dey testin/ for the truth/ but fuk i 4 got da password/ told dem nutin n fuk da world was ma last word.

[Young Ru]

left you huggin da block, brain on the strip, while im tuckin my glock and dippin witcha dame and a bitch/
da scene real bloody, but fuck it, u tryed-me and you got bodied/
and now i left wit no clues behind, heres comes da CSI/
damn diss is B-S-right, well i catch em on a late night and dey life is wat i take ight/
And now i juss dip wit your body and theres, throw it in gasoline and juss burn it there/
jump in lexus and pushed gas, off and gone to see alot of fire, i was like fuck it i juss pushed pass/
so i made it away, and im not gettin caught and das how i faded today/
well theres a lil something on my getaway/