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I got a job with the mob, makin G's
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Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys
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Yeah they got me like a flunkie
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I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my trunk G
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And I'm holdin the suitcase
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with a half a million dollars right in my motherfuckin face
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And I'm tryin to ignore it
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But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherfuckin run for it
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The thought alone makes me shiver, damn
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What if I get caught? They'll find me floatin in the Hudson river
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But if I escape, I'll be in shape for my life
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but they might, get my kid and my wife
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See I'm supposed to make a stop
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to an Uptown spot, run up the block and make another drop
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But I got somethin else in mind
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Cause I'm sick of puttin my motherfuckin ass on the line
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I got the money and the hit
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Went through the Brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off shit
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Then I thought of a plan
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So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
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C'mon bitch, pack the shit, get ready
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"God damn why your face all sweaty?"
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Just hurry up and get the shit
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I'm a dead man bitch, understand, we gotta split
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I switched the locks on the door
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Started packin like I was goin on a motherfuckin world tour
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Grabbed my bags and my gun
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C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the motherfuckin run
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Now I'm drivin and I'm lookin at my passport
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I'm outta here soon as my ass hit the airport
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I loaded up the automatic
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I don't believe this shit, I'm stuck in motherfuckin traffic
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I'm gettin nervous as a fuck see
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A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me
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Puts down my bitch and then I bent low
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*gunfire, breaking glass* Bullets are flying through my window
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The enemy is on attack
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Drew the nine and cocked the hammer and I fired at the bitches back
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I gotta take my respect
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My bullets hittin italian motherfuckers in the neck
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Looked at my bitch a bullet struck her
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Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin up a motherfucker
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Niggaz runnin up in trenches
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Sprayin at my car, only missin me by fuckin inches
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Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my bitch is harmed?
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Shit they only hit her in the fuckin arm
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Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
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My son is catchin motherfuckin heartburns
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I got the car shakin wildly
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I made a turn, and then I dipped my shit into a dark alley
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They drove right past, now all this chasin shit is done
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I'm on the motherfuckin run
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The next thing I know, it was daylight
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And I been sleepin in this motherfucker all night
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I started pullin on my hoe
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"C'mon man what?" Wake up bitch, we gotta go!
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Pulled out the alley, then I dipped
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Looked down and picked up the nine and put more rounds in the clip
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You know I'm headin South no doubt
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And I don't give a fuck where, as long it's a hideout
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Finally we crossed the border, I pulled into a station
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to fill up the tank, and get a drink of water
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Pullin over to park my ride
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That's when I noticed this limousine comin up on my left side
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Then the sucker started rammin me
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Then I looked, it was the Luciano family
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Looked at my bitch she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
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I pulled it -- bullets started flyin
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Now I'm hittin all them bastards
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I'm droppin em fast, splashin blood out niggaz asses
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Then I'm finally done and
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I took em all out, but I caught one in the stomach
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Now I'm lookin for survivors
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So I ran up on the side of the car, and hit the driver
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And then I laid low
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The only motherfucker left was Don Luciano
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So I snuck up the sucker
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Put my gun to his head, "Whassup now motherfucker?"
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He said, "Wait, I want to talk"
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*five gunshots* I put his brains on the sidewalk
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Another life I had to waste
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He fell on his back, and then I spit right in his guinea face
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He saw the barrel of the devil's gun
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Now I'm no longer on the motherfuckin run
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On the Run
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Kool G Rap and DJ Polo |