On The Run - 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 motherfuckin face 
And I'm tryin to ignore it 
But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin ass on the line 
I got the money and the hit 
Went through the Brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off shit 
Then I thought of a plan 
So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man 
C'mon bitch, pack the shit, get ready 
"God damn why your face all sweaty?" 
Just hurry up and get the shit 
I'm a dead man bitch, understand, we gotta split 
I switched the locks on the door 
Started packin like I was goin on a motherfuckin world tour 
Grabbed my bags and my gun 
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the motherfuckin run 

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 shit, I'm stuck in motherfuckin traffic 
I'm gettin nervous as a fuck see 
A Lincoln Continental pullin right up beside me 
Puts down my bitch and then I bent low 
*gunfire, breaking glass* Bullets are flying through my window 
The enemy is on attack 
Drew th