On The Run

Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

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

*gunfire, breaking glass* Bullets are flying through my window

The enemy is on attack

Drew th