100 Miles And Running Lyrics

100 Miles And Running

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 mutherfucker 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, mutherfuckers.
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 "Fuck Tha 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'...

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 mutherfuckin' 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 mutherfuckin' 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 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 shit til you been in my
shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin' some shit that's D - O
- P - E.
So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any mutherfucker 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 FBI'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' mutherfucker 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
mutherfuckin' 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 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'...

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 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 FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 niggas
strong.
They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while
they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' 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'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker'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 mutherfucker 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
mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done
and
Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of
Runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!