| 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 motherfuckin face |
| And I’m tryin to ignore it But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin ass 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 bitch, pack the shit, get ready |
| «God damn why your face all sweaty?» |
| Just hurry up and get the shit |
| I’m a dead man bitch, understand, we gotta split |
| I switched the locks on the door |
| Started packin like I was goin on a motherfuckin world tour |
| Grabbed my bags and my gun |
| C’mon we gotta go… I’m on the motherfuckin run |
| Now I’m drivin and I’m lookin at my passport |
| I’m outta here soon as my ass hit the airport |
| I loaded up the automatic |
| I don’t believe this shit, I’m stuck in motherfuckin traffic |
| I’m gettin nervous as a fuck see |
| A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me Puts down my bitch and then I bent low |
| The enemy is on attack |
| Drew the nine and cocked the hammer and I fired at the bitches back |
| I gotta take my respect |
| My bullets hittin italian motherfuckers in the neck |
| Looked at my bitch a bullet struck her |
| Put in another clip, cause I ain’t givin up a motherfucker |
| Niggaz runnin up in trenches |
| Sprayin at my car, only missin me by fuckin inches |
| Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my bitch is harmed? |
| Shit they only hit her in the fuckin arm |
| Now I’m drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns |
| My son is catchin motherfuckin heartburns |
| I got the car shakin wildly |
| I made a turn, and then I dipped my shit into a dark alley |
| They drove right past, now all this chasin shit is done |
| I’m on the motherfuckin run |
| The next thing I know, it was daylight |
| And I been sleepin in this motherfucker all night |
| I started pullin on my hoe |
| «C'mon man what?» Wake up bitch, 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 motherfucker left was Don Luciano |
| So I snuck up the sucker |
| Put my gun to his head, «Whassup now motherfucker?» |
| He said, «Wait, I want to talk» |
| 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 motherfuckin run |