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kool g rap and dj polo - on the run كلمات الأغنية

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-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, d-mn
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 -ss 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 d-mn 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

now i’m drivin and i’m lookin at my p-ssport
i’m outta here soon as my -ss h-t 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 gl-ss- 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 h-ttin 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-gg-z 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

the next thing i know, it was daylight
and i been sleepin in this motherf-cker all night
i started pullin on my hoe
“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 b-st-rds
i’m droppin em fast, splashin blood out n-gg-z -sses
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, “wh-ssup now motherf-cker?”
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-ckin run

- kool g rap and dj polo

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