On the Run lyrics

by

Geto Boys


[Verse 1]
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys
Yeah they got me like a flunky
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*ckin face
And I'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherf*ckin 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*ckin ass 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*tch, 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*tch. Understand? We gotta split!
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a motherf*ckin world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the motherf*ckin run
[Verse 2]
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 sh*t, I'm stuck in motherf*ckin traffic
I'm gettin nervous as a f*ck see
A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me
Puts down my b*tch and then I bent low
*gunfire, breaking glass* Bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and c*cked the hammer and I fired at the b*tches back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin italian motherf*ckers in the neck
Looked at my b*tch a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up a motherf*cker
n*ggas runnin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by f*ckin inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my b*tch is harmed?
sh*t they only hit her in the f*ckin arm
Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is catchin motherf*ckin 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*ckin run
[Verse 3]
The next thing I know, it was daylight
And I been sleepin in this motherf*cker all night
I started pullin on my ho
"C'mon, man, what?" Wake up b*tch, 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*ck 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*tch she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it—bullets started flyin
Now I'm hittin all them bast*rds
I'm droppin em fast, splashin blood out n*ggas' 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*cker left was Don Luciano
So I snuck up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, "Whassup now motherf*cker?"
He said, "Wait, I want to talk"
*four 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*ckin run
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