N.w.a. - 100 Miles and Runnin' lyrics
[Intro: DJ Yella]
And why do we call ourself 'n***as 4 Life'?
Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead n***as
"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?
We haven't spotted them yet. But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to k** a mutherf**er and it's done in
Since I'm stereotyped to k** and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**
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
Now wearing medallions, cause we're not stupid, mutherf**ers
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz
I didn't stutter when I said "f** Tha Police"
Cause it's hard for a n***a to get peace
Now it's broken and can't be fixed
Cause police and little black n******gs don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin' like a team. Well, 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'...
"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton."
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
The sh** is gettin' longer than the mutherf**in' 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 n***a Witta Attitude
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 sh** til you been in my shoes
And Dre is back from the C-P-T
Droppin' some sh** that's D-O-P-E
So f** the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mutherf**er that disagrees
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling a**
Cause I been a n***a known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my dick
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[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' mutherf**er that they won't catch
Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
Cause n***as been runnin' since beginning of time
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherf**in' 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 f** out
From city to city I'm a menace as I pa** by
Rippin' up sh** just so you can remember I'm
A straight up n***a that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo a**
A 100 Miles and Runnin'...
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]
Runnin' like a n***a 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 n***as strong
They got everybody singin' my "f** Tha Police" song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole f**in' 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'
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherf**er's are ridin'
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 b**h with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so f**in' stupid, they'll never find me
[Verse 6: Eazy-E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a mutherf**er on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home so I better haul a**
Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy mutherf**er dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the sh**, is done and
Four mutherf**ers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!