On the Run

You be careful crossin the street Hey mister, you forgot your things, hey mister Got a job with the mob, makin g's Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys Yeah they got me like a flunkie money I'm drivin' around with ten kilos inside my trunk g And I'm holdin the 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 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 So at the next stop sign I pull out and load up the nine I got the money and the hit Went through the brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off a block of it Then I thought of a plan So I drove to my house and got 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 walking, understand, we gotta split I switched the locks on the door Started packin gucci bags like I was goin on a world tour Grabbed the luggage and the gun C'mon we gotta go, you gotta brother on the run Mobster: They gotta the shipment Mobster: They got the whole shipment Don: I want that son of a bitch dead, I don't care... Now I'm drivin and I'm lookin at my passport I'm outta here soon as I hit Kennedy Airport Loaded the other automatic I don't believe this, I'm like a sitting duck stuck in traffic I'm gettin nervous as hell g A lincoln continental pullin right up beside me Puts down my girl and then I bent low Bullets are flying through my window The enemy is on attack Drew the nine and cocked the hammer and I fired at the Guinea I gotta take my respect My bullets hittin crazy mafia members in the neck Looked at my girl, a bullet struck her Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up nothin my brother Hit me rollin up in trenches Sprayin at my car, only missin me by little inches Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my girl is harmed? Man they only hit her in the upper arm Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns My son is in the back catching heartburns I got the car shakin' wildly I made a turn, and then I then I ditched the Bimmer They drove right past, now all this chasin stuff is done Yeah they got a brother on the run Don: I want Him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! The next thing I know, it was daylight I been sleepin with the engine running all night I started pullin on my ho What 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 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 girl she started cryin, my finger on the trigger Pulled it- bullets started flyin Now I'm hittin all them bastards I'm droppin em fast, while I blast the 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' breath the only one left was Don Luciano So I snuck up on the sucker Put my gun to his head, whassup now motherfucker? He said, wait, I want to 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 no loner got a brother on the run