{.. Dred wake up. Dred wake up! ..}  "A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.."    [Dred Scott]  Too slick; I pick a pocket even when it's under lock and key  Most definitely got the flow so let me shoplift the show  from under, the nose of the mediocre joker  for the mic last week, yeah I was fiendin like a smoker  On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it  He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet  I said, "Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny  realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money  Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic  He said, "You know we can't afford this," syke  I accidentally picked it up, it accidentally fell in my pocket  Whaddya know? I accidentally walked out the store  Alarm went off, my knees were sore  Security woulda been any second so we fled North  Like runaway slaves to the parkin lot  Got in the car, turned the key, but my shit wouldn't start    [Chorus]  So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by  Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by    [Dred Scott]  And while patrol was on the lookout for two crooks  a-outta the car we snuck into the back of a truck and we was GONE..  word is bond.. {*harmonizing*}  .. AIYYO!  We made the getaway quick, I'm thinkin glory hallelujah  The brother too slick a-but the story wasn't through  You had to understand what was goin on inside my brain  Now I had a hunger pain so I had to run my game  at the local diner, where all of the honies rolled through yo  Ordered everything we saw on the menu  And you know damn well I couldn't afford what I ate  Next thing you know yo, "THERE'S A ROACH ON THE PLATE!"  Brother made a scene, carried out the scheme  Fronted on the waiter and refused to pay the fee, later B  I had to make a phone call  to ask Big Moe to get my car from the mall  And he would have to give it a jump start cause yo I couldn't risk it  Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden  No no no, not a row but if I done ya hoe  went to the head and with the big bottle of rum  goin straight to the brain cell the alcohol arrived  Huh, avoided accidentally made a drunk driver  to the local vocal joint, where the brothers flow yo  We stumbled in and plugged the mic in, and you know  that I had (??) what me I'm on it  Say you're flowin it with the funk and yo you oughta turn the page  and see the crowd gettin pumped, now the jealous wanna riff  I felt the rum comin through me, so I had to take a piss  In the bathroom, about to button up my fly  Stick up kids, they out the corner of the eye  Turned to my jacket, like I was packin  For this three on one so you see the odds stackin up  against me, up against the wall they fenced me  with their backs to the door, so you know that they could not see  Big Mo with Domino bust in  And now it's Even Steven, three on three, so we rushed dem    [Chorus]  So duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in  Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in  Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in  Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in    [Dred Scott]  AND, to make sure they wouldn't try that again  Hit one in the head with a bottle of gin  Seen the next one reach to go inside the coat  I put my knee into the groin the elbow to the throat  It happened so fast you couldn't think  Hit the head of the third on the edge of the sink  And after he fell out in my mind I had no doubt  Took the wallets and the jewelry and we broke the hell out  Leavin the scene of the crime, headed for home sweet home  when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone  And me without a mic is like a brother with no function  That's like (?) cop without the greed and the corruption  and the crooked politician I was on my own mission  He said, "Ya can't go back," but would I listen?  I (?) in the facility at half past three  Pullin up to the stoplight and who do we see?  Stick up kids, they ten deep, rollin the other way  Inside my head, I heard a little bitty voice say    [Chorus]  Duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by  Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin..    [Dred Scott]  .. but I guess I wasn't duckin low enough  The jig was up, I floored the pedal on the ass  The stick up kids they had a score to settle  The shot-glass the broken glass and there goes the back window  And with it went a very large piece of my shoulder  My grill went into shock as I felt the car swerve  About to get served on the choppin block  A ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling alarm clock, wake up we gotta jet  says my brother, I lay in the bed in a cold sweat  Covered in my piss, a minor technicality  Better to learn from this than to fuck with some reality  Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat  You'll always get caught in your own mousetrap    [Chorus]  So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by  Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by  Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by  Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by    [Dred Scott]  To the beat y'all duck it  On the microphone gots to duck it, pluck it, duck it, pluckin  like a chicken when I'm kickin what I'm stickin in ya ear  More rhymes that you need to hear  You find that I come off like this at the end with the beat  Drop everything now you know that sounds sweet  A dibbi-dip-dip-damn, so-so-socialize  Yo what you sayin over there open up your eyes  and see me doin it