N.w.a. - 100 Miles and Runnin' (Clean) lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Ren] A 100 Miles and Runnin' - MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to deal with the situation and it's done in Since I'm stereotyped I'm going to take a stand And if you try to stop me, I don't give a damn Chances are usually not good Cause I'm frisked with my hands on a hot hood And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who When in a black and white the capacity is two We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers Not wearing medallions, cause we ain't going out like s**ers They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past And thats the reason why Ren is running fast I didn't stutter when I said "Forget Tha Police" Cause it's hard for a brother to get peace Now it's broken and can't be fixed Cause police and a kid from the ghetto don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall Runnin' like a team, we'll see, I might have slayed y'all So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin' [Interlude] Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase, Compton [Break: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E] Shut up and lend me a mutherf**in' ear So I can tell you why [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase With a steady pace on the face that just we raced The road ahead goes on and on It even seems like its gettin' longer than a marathon Runnin' on but never runnin' out Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a Brother Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a n***a with nuthin' to lose One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know nothin til you been in my shoes And Dre is back from the C-P-T Droppin' some tracks that's D-O-P-E So laid upon the P-O-L-I-C-E! And anybody else that disagrees Stuck and runnin' hard, moving fast Cause I been a brother known for havin' a notorious past My mind was slick - my temper was too quick Now the FBI's all over my stick [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Got the stick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock That's when the E jumped off the startin' block A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch A little sprintin' young brother that they won't catch Yeah, back to Compton again Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen Cause brothers been runnin' since beginning of time Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mind Runnin' like I just don't care Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there Archin' my back and on a straight rough Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the hell out From city to city I'm a menace as I pa** by Rippin' up things just so you can remember I'm A straight up brother that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight up homeboy, 100 Miles and Runnin' [Interlude] This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide Good luck brothers [Verse 4: MC Ren] Running for my life I hate to lose Show me on the news but I hate to be abused I know it was a set-up - So now I'm gonna get up Even if the FBI wants me to shut up But I've got 10 000 brothers strong And as long as I got "Run fast from the police"-song They treat my group like dirt While their whole damn family is wearin' our T-shirts So I'mma run til I can't run no more Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score I got a urge to kick down doors At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls [Verse 5: Dr. Dre] Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin' And its funny cause all these stupid s**ers are riding Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it So now there's four cause the fifth couldn't make it The number's even - now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a woman with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they're so stupid, they'll never find me [Verse 6: Eazy-E] One more mile to go through the dark streets Runnin' like a tired brother on my own two feet But you know I never stumble or lag last I'm almost home so I better run fast Tearin' up everything in sight It's a little crazy young brother dodging the searchlight Now that chase, is stopped and done and Four young brothers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!