Jane 5 Lyrics

from Back In Business

"Jane 5" is track #4 on the album Back In Business. It was written by Smith, Parrish Joseph / Sermon, Erick / James, Rick.
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Haircut like Anita Baker

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

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
I 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
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Songwriters
SMITH, PARRISH JOSEPH / SERMON, ERICK / JAMES, RICK

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