2Pac, Buju Banton, The Notorious B.I.G., Yaki Kadafi, Stretch - Runnin (From Tha Police) lyrics

One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)

Runnin' from the police
(Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)

I ain't got nuttin on my mind
But gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block
Leavin bloody blood puddles
For some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at
The devils or die tonight
It's on me
But if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
A open casket on them bastards
So they all remember me
With my vest on my chest
My tools and my piece


Thug Life motherfucker gotta me
Runnin' from the police

Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
'til that fuckin fake cop got
To play the man
Ran me down the block with
My glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel

Still runnin' from the police
I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my
Window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no motherfuckin track star
Pig's got a Jeep
Like Big Mouth
Runnin through motherfucker's backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin'
These bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is
Through runnin' from the police

I bust off! What about the time
They pull me from the Bronco
Lay, they tried to cock me
But them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then
You screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come
But a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best

Yo I was
Schemin and fiendin for loots and
Took the crooked route
To, ghetto fame I felt the pains
And now I run the game
The insane brain
Cold gettin fly like a plane
On them suckers with my nigga
Biggie Smalls causin ruckus

Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up
Got introduced to the game
Got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn
Into the black Frank White

And we got the workers choppin rock
Benz by the flock
And we gettin it
The dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke
Hope they don't play me for no joke
And provoke the homicide
So just let the drama slide
We keepin it real
Fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs
As a fuckin meal

We had to grow dreads
To change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that
Nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a
Asthma attack [heavy breathing]
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape
Sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back
I got some money to make, motherfucker

Now it's war
Me tryin to sell
Runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me
But them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park
I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun
But you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best

They got me runnin' from the five-oh
Duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I'm movin swifter than the next nigga
No time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now
He pays the price
He did a driveby
Sixteen, now he's doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin
I spit that thug shit
Nigga motherfuck singin
I hope you got your Timberlands
On tight, cause I ain't givin up
I'd rather duck these
Motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the
Sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me
Til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh
I'm runnin' from the police