On the Run (From the Mafia) lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro]
Money, money, money
Money makes the world go 'round
Oh sh*t, they f*cking found me!!
(Gunshots)
f*ck!
(More gunshots, tire cars screeching, drives away)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I'm on the run from the mafia
Stealing cash thinking "what the f*ck is stoppin ya?" The Glock is tucked
For any motherf*cker who wants to run up on me with a small army
Leave your skeleton looking like motherf*cking Paul Harvey
Well that was a big mistake
The f*cks told me that the stripped and rape my wife with all the pigs and jakes
I got the clips and tapes, gonna use it for blackmail
Gotta do crack sales to fund, and I don't wanna go back to jail son
So here is what I'm gonna do
Sell the drugs to the chinese, what do I gotta lose?
If I die, I can have my brothers leak the doc*ments
I gotta stock on clips in case I have to deal with cops and sh*t
I get inside the purple mazda
I'm a moving f*cking target but nobodies gonna bother
I get to the deal with all the sh*t in tow
They think they hitting low, but that is what I'm hitting fo'
And after all of this, to calm my nerves, I gotta go get some dro

[Interlude]
They got the shipment
(What?!)
They got the whole shipment
(I want that son of a b*tch dead, I don't care....)

[Verse 2]
It went off without a hitch
So much money, that I don't have to worry about sh*t
But right now I got one problem
On my way to the airport, with my pistol c*cked son
I looked both sides and they shot through my windows
In the course of the chaos I dropped all my endo
sh*t, I gotta hurry up and jet
Cause right now, you gotta know I'mma flurry up a sweat
But when I'm out, I'm gonna look like Steph Curry on a jet
Those motherf*ckers cut me off at the intersection
I got the Black Smith and Wesson, gonna teach these stupid f*cks a lesson
I pull out and I caught one in the stomach
I shot them all down, and watched as their bodies plummet
My car seat is blood red
So much f*cking bloodshed; it's overkill, enough said
So now I gotta stop the bleeding

[Interlude]
I want that son of a b*tch dead!!

[Verse 3]
I gave the guns and stash to my brother
And siphoned cash right to my mother
Cause I gotta check into the Medical center
Right near my intestines because that is where the bullet entered
And I will not survive the night
I'd rather thrive and write, but now I'm seeing sh*t like a motherf*cker lava light
I meant lamp, sh*t; and everytime someone speaks, it sounds like f*cking sanskrit
Everything is so bizarre, the world is turning to fast and I almost crashed my car
Every event is out of order, life flashes before my eyes
Now I'm afraid that I'm gonna die
I collapse on the sidewalk
I get pushed into Emergency, they don't wanna see me die in chalk
All the sudden I blacked out
Dreamt about pulling the mac out, and going inside a crack house
I know I'm gonna be killed though, I woke up
And saw a mafia assassin with a motherf*cking pillow

[Outro]
(Sounds of pillow smothering & a flatline)

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