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 [Interlude] "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'... [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." [Dr. Dre] Lend me a mutherf**in' ear [Eazy-E] 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 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 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 [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'... [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] 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! Surprise, n***as!