100 Miles And Runnin'

And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz for life'

'Cause if we die we still gonna be some dead niggas

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

A 100 miles and runnin', MC Ren, I hold the gun and

You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in

Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct

Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck

Chances are usually not good

'Cause I freeze 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 wearin' my dyes 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers

They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past

Point blank, they can kizz my black ass

I didn't stutter when I said, "Fuck the police"

'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace

Now it's broken and can't be fixed

'Cause police and little black niggers 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', runnin', runnin'

Into this news, four fugitives are on the run

F.B.I. sources tell us that the four are headed

100 miles to their homebase, Compton

Lend me a motherfuckin' ear

So I can tell you why

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 shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' 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 nigga witta attitude, confused

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nothin' to lose

One of the few who's been accused and abused

Of the crime of poisonin' young minds

But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes

And Dre is back from the C P T

Droppin' some shit that's D O P E

So fuck the P O L I C E

And any motherfucker that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass

'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past

My mind was slick, my temper was too quick

Now the F.B.I.'s all over my dick

Got us tick 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' motherfucker that they won't catch

Yeah, back to Compton again

Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen

'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time

Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind

Runnin' like I just don't care

Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there

Archin' my back and on a straight rough

Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out

From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by

Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm

A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'

Straight at yo ass, a 100 miles and runnin', runnin' , runnin'

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton

You're almost there, but the F.B.I. has a little message for you

Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide

Good luck brothers

Runnin' like a nigga 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 F.B.I. wants me to shut up

But I've got 10, 000 niggas strong

They got everybody singin' my "Fuck the police" song

And while they treat my group like dirt

Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts

So I'ma run till 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

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'

Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherfucker'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 bitch with a weave in

Her and the troops are right behind me

But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets

Runnin' like a motherfucker on my own two feet

But you know I never stumble or lag last

I'm almost home so I better haul ass

Tearin' up everything in sight

It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight

Now that chase, the shit, is done and

Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin'

Stop, stop, stop, stop

Surprise, niggas