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On the Run (remix) (Al Capone version) Lyrics

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 m*********** face
And I'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to make a m*********** run for it
The thought alone makes me shiver, d***
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 m*********** a** on the line
I got the money and the hit
Went through the brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off s***
Then I thought of a plan
So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
C'mon b****, pack the s***, get ready
God d*** why your face all sweaty?
Just hurry up and get the s***
I'm a dead man b****, understand, we gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a m*********** world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the m*********** 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 s***, I'm stuck in m*********** traffic
I'm gettin nervous as a f*** see
A lincoln continental pullin right up beside me
Puts down my b**** and then I bent low
*gunfire, breaking glass* bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and c***ed the hammer and I fired at the b****** back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin italian m************ in the neck
Looked at my b**** a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up a m***********
n***** runnin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by f***** inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my b**** is harmed?
s*** they only hit her in the f***** arm
Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is catchin m*********** heartburns
I got the car shakin wildly
I made a turn, and then I dipped my s*** into a dark alley
They drove right past, now all this chasin s*** is done
I'm on the m*********** run
The next thing I know, it was daylight
And I been sleepin in this m*********** all night
I started pullin on my hoe
C'mon man what? wake up b****, 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*** 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**** she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it -- bullets started flyin
Now I'm hittin all them b******s
I'm droppin em fast, splashin blood out n***** a****
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 m*********** left was don luciano
So I snuck up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, whassup now m***********?
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 m*********** run
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