On The Run

Hey mister! Wait! Mister, wait! You forgot your briefcase!

I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin some pickups, deliveries, transportin keys
Yeah they got me like a flunky money
I'm drivin around town with ten kilos inside my trunk G
In a hole in a suitcase
With a half a million dollars on my lap, in front of my face
And I'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to go dip, and make a run for it
The thought of it all 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
So at the next stop sign, I pull out and load up the nine
I got the money and the hit
Went through the block without stoppin
Cause I ain't droppin off a rock of it
Then I thought of a plan
So I drove to my house, to get my girl and my little man
C'mon baby, pack your stuff, get ready
(Damn, why your face all sweaty?)
Just hurry up, don't throw no fits
I'm a dead man walkin, understand? We gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin the Gucci bags like I was goin on a world tour
Grabbed the luggage and the gun, c'mon we gotta go
They got a brother on the run

What?
They got the shipment
What?
They got the whole shipment
I want that son of a bitch dead
I want him dead!
I want him dead?
I want him dead!

Now I'm drivin and I'm lookin at my passport
I'm outta here as soon as I hit Kennedy Airport
Loaded the other automatic
I don't believe this, I'm like a sittin duck, stuck in traffic
I'm gettin nervous as hell G
A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me
Pushed down my girl and then I bent low
Bullets are flyin through my window
The enemy is on attack
Threw the nine and cocked the hammer and I fired at the guinea's back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin crazy Mafia members in the neck
Looked at my girl, the bullets struck her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up nothin my brother
Hitmen rollin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by little inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, I got my girl a Tom's
Man they only hit her in the upper arm
Now I'm drivin on sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is in the back catchin heartburns
I got the car shakin wildly
I made a turn, and then I dipped the Beamer in a dark alley
Dio right past all the chasers, stuff is done
Yeah, they got a brother on the run

I want him dead, I want his family dead
I want his house burned to the ground
I wanna go to prison, I wanna go to prison

The next thing I know, it was daylight
And I've been sleepin with the engine runnin all night
I started pullin on my ho
(What's goin on man, what?)
Wake up stupid, 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
Don't care about my whereabouts as long as 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 rarin me
Then I looked, it was the Luciano family
Looked at my girl, she started cryin
My finger on the trigger, I pulled it, bullets started flyin
Now I'm hittin all of them bastards
Droppin em fast, when I'm blastin blood splashes
Then I finally done it
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
Catchin my breath, the only one left is Don Luciano
So I snuck up on the sucker
Put my gun to his head, whassup now motherfucker?
He said wait, I wanna talk
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 motherfuckin run