And why do we call ourselves "n***** For Life?" Cause, if we die, we still gonna be some dead n*****.
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 m*********** and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f***.
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, m***********s.
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**** to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black n****** 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 m*****f*****' 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 s*** is gettin' longer than the m*****f*****' 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**** Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre's a n**** 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 s*** til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin' some s*** that's D - O - P - E.
So f*** the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any m*********** that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling a**.
'Cause I'm a n**** known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my d***.
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' m*********** that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause n***** been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my m*****f*****' 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 pass by.
Rippin' up s*** just so you can remember I'm
A straight up n**** 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.
Runnin' like a n**** 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***** strong.
They got everybody singin' my "f*** Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole f*****' 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.
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
d***-tricklin' at the sunny m***********'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**** with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so f*****' stupid, they'll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a m*********** 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 m*********** dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the s***, is done and
Four m***********s goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, n*****!
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 m*********** and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f***.
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, m***********s.
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**** to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black n****** 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 m*****f*****' 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 s*** is gettin' longer than the m*****f*****' 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**** Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre's a n**** 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 s*** til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin' some s*** that's D - O - P - E.
So f*** the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any m*********** that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling a**.
'Cause I'm a n**** known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my d***.
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' m*********** that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause n***** been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my m*****f*****' 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 pass by.
Rippin' up s*** just so you can remember I'm
A straight up n**** 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.
Runnin' like a n**** 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***** strong.
They got everybody singin' my "f*** Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole f*****' 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.
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
d***-tricklin' at the sunny m***********'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**** with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so f*****' stupid, they'll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a m*********** 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 m*********** dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the s***, is done and
Four m***********s goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, n*****!