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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] her
 Put in another clip, cause I ain’t givin up a [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]