On The Run (Dirty Untouchable)

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 [bad word] face
And I’m tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to make a [bad word] run for it
The thought alone makes me shiver, [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] on the line
I got the money and the hit
Went through the brook nonstop cause I ain’t droppin off [bad word] Then I thought of a plan
So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
C’mon [bad word]  pack the [bad word]  get ready
God [bad word] why your face all sweaty?
Just hurry up and get the [bad word] I’m a dead man [bad word]  understand, we gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a [bad word] world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C’mon we gotta go... I’m on the [bad word] run

Now I’m drivin and I’m lookin at my passport
I’m outta here soon as my [bad word] hit the airport
I loaded up the automatic
I don’t believe this [bad word]  I’m stuck in [bad word] traffic
I’m gettin nervous as a [bad word] see
lincoln continental pullin right up beside me
Puts down my [bad word] and then I bent low
*gunfire, breaking glass* bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and [bad word] the hammer and I fired at the [bad word] back
I gotta take my respect
My bullets hittin italian [bad word] in the neck
Looked at my [bad word] a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, cause I ain’t givin up a [bad word] Niggaz runnin up in trenches
Sprayin at my car, only missin me by [bad word] inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my [bad word] is harmed? [bad word] they only hit her in the [bad word] arm
Now I’m drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp turns
My son is catchin [bad word] heartburns
I got the car shakin wildly
I made a turn, and then I dipped my [bad word] into a dark alley
They drove right past, now all this chasin [bad word] is done
I’m on the [bad word] run

The next thing I know, it was daylight
And I been sleepin in this [bad word] all night
I started pullin on my hoe
C’mon man what? wake up [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] she started cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it -- bullets started flyin
Now I’m hittin all them [bad word] 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 [bad word] left was don luciano
So I snuck up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, whassup now [bad word] 
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 [bad word] run