On The Run (Instrumental Al Capone)-Kool G Rap

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 a** on the line I got the money and the hit Went through the Brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off sh*t Then I thought of a plan So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man C'mon b**ch, pack the sh*t, get ready "God damn why your face all sweaty?" Just hurry up and get the sh*t I'm a dead man b**ch, 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 a** hit the airport I loaded up the automatic I don't believe this sh*t, 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 b**ch 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 b**ches back I gotta take my respect My bullets hittin italian motherf**kers in the neck Looked at my b**ch 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 b**ch is harmed? Sh*t 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 b**ch, 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 b**ch 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