ฟังเพลงOn the Run (Al Capone)

On the Run (Clean Al Capone) - 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 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

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