Easy Mo Bee - Runnin' (From Tha Police) lyrics

[Intro] [Stretch:] One time, one time, n***a, one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a n***a Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherf**ing Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Verse 1: Dramacydal] [Young Hollywood] I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherf**ing G A open casket on them ba*tards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherf**er, got me runnin' from the police [K-Dogg] n***a, you know that's true Catch a n***a like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew Every damn day parlay with my gla** of Re The O.J. and it's all okay To that f**in' fake cop, got to play the man Ran me down the block with my gla** in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill n***a chill, sh** is real, co*k back my steel [Big Malcolm] Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo But I ain't no motherf**ing track star, pigs got a jeep Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherf**er's backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these b**hes is runnin' from me Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece Cause a n***a like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police [Hook: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice They try to co*k me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me [Verse 2] [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane On them s**ers with my n***a Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus [The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up, a f**in' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The n***a Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White [Stretch] And we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin' it real, f** how you feel, Biggie pa** the steel Let's serve these motherf**ers, slugs as a f**in' meal [The Notorious B.I.G.] We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, n***a, I'm too fat I f** around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me runnin' from the five-o Duckin' and dodgin' and my survival Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho I'm movin' swifter than the next n***a, no time for s** Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next n***a, my homie slipped and now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin' I spit that thug sh** n***a, motherf** singin' I hope you got your Timberlands on tight Cause I ain't givin' up I'd rather duck these motherf**ers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, b*atch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me I'm a legend Do thug n***as go to heaven? I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-o I'm runnin' from the police [Hook]