On the Run

Hey mister! Wait!

Mister, wait!

You forgot your brief-

I got a job with the mob, makin' Gs

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 .9

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

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 .9 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-

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 (goddamn, what?)

Wake up stupid, we gotta go

Pulled out the alley then I dipped

Looked down and picked up the .9 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, "Wassup 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 they longer got a brother on the run