[Intro: Hardcore-rap female MC, cold count] Seatbelt on, both hands set Ten and two, signal left [Verse 1: Hardcore-rap female MC, hard and cold] Four of 'em came runnin' from the bank on Second Street Bags heavy, masks crooked, sweatin' through the summer heat Jumped into my gray sedan and every one of 'em yelled go I said buckle up or get out, and I pulled out nice and slow Signal left, check the mirror, let a lady cross the lane With a stroller and a poodle and an old man with a cane Big man in the back seat cussin', sweatin' through his collar Said these sirens comin' for us, why you drivin' like a scholar? I said, the sign says thirty, and a speeder's who they're searchin' So sit back and shut your mouth, 'cause I'm the only one not hurtin' [Hook: Hardcore-rap female MC, full force, pounding kick] I do the limit and they still can't catch me Signal on, both hands, nice and easy Every cop in the county flyin' past me Lookin' for a fast one, I'm slow and nasty [Verse 2: Hardcore-rap female MC, colder, heavy bass line] Here come three cruisers doin' ninety, sirens screamin' Blew right by us like a hurricane and never even seen us Then a fourth one, then a chopper chasin' somethin' doin' a hundred I'm in the right lane, hummin', and the bags back there ain't budgin' Big man in the back is shakin', said I'm crazy, said I'm done I said crazy's doin' ninety with a trunk full of the money, son I'm a grown woman with a clean record and a library card Never been in no chase 'cause I never pushed it hard Then a checkpoint at the bridge, ten cruisers and a flare Officer leans in my window with his flashlight and a stare [Hook: Hardcore-rap female MC, full force, pounding kick] I do the limit and they still can't catch me Signal on, both hands, nice and easy Every cop in the county flyin' past me Lookin' for a fast one, I'm slow and nasty [Bridge: Hardcore-rap female MC, lay-back flow, late on every bar] He said ma'am, you see a speeder come through here in a hurry? I said no sir, I'm just headed home, my eyes a little blurry He looked at all four seatbelts, looked at my hands at ten and two And he tipped his hat and told me, wish that everybody drove like you [Verse 3: Hardcore-rap female MC, hard and cold] Waved us through the checkpoint and I signaled to merge Big man in the back seat cried like he was sittin' in church Dropped 'em at the warehouse, every bag and every man Left the same way that I came, at the limit, with a plan They be braggin' 'bout the horsepower, braggin' 'bout the turbo I been gettin' away for years at twenty-five in every school zone Never had a ticket, never had a dent, never had a chase You can't catch what you ain't lookin' for when it's sittin' in your face [Final Hook: Hardcore-rap female MC, full force] I do the limit and they still can't catch me Signal on, both hands, nice and easy Every cop in the county flyin' past me Lookin' for a fast one, I'm slow and nasty [End]
