On The Run Lyrics

On The Run

I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys
Yeah they got me like a flunkie
I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my trunk G
And I'm holdin the suitcase
with a half a million dollars right in my motherf**kin face
And I'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherf**kin run for it
The thought alone makes me shiver, damn
What if I get caught?  They'll find me floatin in the Hudson river
But if I escape, I'll be in shape for my life
but they might, get my kid and my wife
See I'm supposed to make a stop
to an Uptown spot, run up the block and make another drop
But I got somethin else in mind
Cause I'm sick of puttin my motherf**kin as* on the line
I got the money and the hit
Went through the Brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off shit
Then I thought of a plan
So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
C'mon bit*h, pack the shit, get ready
'God damn why your face all sweaty?'
Just hurry up and get the shit
I'm a dead man bit*h, understand, we gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a motherf**kin world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the motherf**kin run

Now I'm drivin and I'm lookin at my passport
I'm outta here soon as my as* hit the airport
I loaded up the automatic
I don't believe this shit, I'm stuck in motherf**kin traffic
I'm gettin nervous as a f**k see
A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me
Puts down my bit*h and then I bent low
*gunfire, breaking glass* Bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and cocked the hammer and I fired at the bit*hes back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin italian motherf**kers in the neck
Looked at my bit*h a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up a motherf**ker
 
Niggaz runnin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by f**kin inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my bit*h is harmed?
Shit they only hit her in the f**kin arm
Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is catchin motherf**kin heartburns
I got the car shakin wildly
I made a turn, and then I dipped my sh*t into a dark alley
They drove right past, now all this chasin sh*t is done
I'm on the motherf**kin run

The next thing I know, it was daylight
And I been sleepin in this motherf**ker all night
I started pullin on my hoe
'C'mon man what?'  Wake up bit*h, we gotta go!
Pulled out the alley, then I dipped
Looked down and picked up the nine and put more rounds in the clip
You know I'm headin South no doubt
And I don't give a f**k where, as long it's a hideout
Finally we crossed the border, I pulled into a station
to fill up the tank, and get a drink of water
Pullin over to park my ride
That's when I noticed this limousine comin up on my left side
Then the sucker started rammin me
Then I looked, it was the Luciano family
Looked at my bit*h she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it -- bullets started flyin
Now I'm hittin all them bastards
I'm droppin em fast, splashin blood out niggaz asses
Then I'm finally done and
I took em all out, but I caught one in the stomach
Now I'm lookin for survivors
So I ran up on the side of the car, and hit the driver
And then I laid low
The only motherf**ker left was Don Luciano
So I snuck up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, 'Whassup now motherf**ker?'
He said, 'Wait, I want to talk'
*five gunshots* I put his brains on the sidewalk
Another life I had to waste
He fell on his back, and then I spit right in his guinea face
He saw the barrel of the devil's gun
Now I'm no longer on the motherf**kin run