[Intro: Lil Gin]

Lil' Joe, see, you can run, but you can't hide

Back up came on the ground and in the skies

The guard then dropped some salt, now Joe got caught

In traffic, went through a crowd, surrounded by laws

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]

I'm hangin' on the curb with the Thunderbird, stangin' my chest

Hittin' that blunt of indo, ran off fresh with my Tommy set

Any wizzay, as I walk down the track with my dope in the matchbox

Glock closely to my dick, just in case I beat a trick

Police rollin' on them scooters, claimin' they watchin' my neighborhood

What they don't expect: a young nigga like me up to no good

Poppin' cars, makin' stangs, dickin' bitches with the M

Smackin' or makin' 'em fuckin' suck the liquor out Lil' Gin's nut

[Bridge: Lil Gin]

In a smooth getaway

It was a smooth getaway

It was a smooth getaway

It was a smooth getaway

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Lil Gin]

Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor

Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide, ho?

In the fuckin' closet, damn, them roaches fallin' on my face

Motherfucker, juvenile, catch me, then you got a case

Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor

Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide, ho?

In the fuckin' closet, damn, them roaches fallin' on my face

Motherfucker, juvenile, catch me, then you got a case