N.W.A - 100 Miles and Runnin' lyrics
[N.W.A - 100 Miles and Runnin' lyrics]
Catch those motherfuckers, catch them
Catch them hey man, keep up keep up
This way, come on man, hurry up
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'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
Not wearing medallions, 'cause
We're not stupid, mutherfuckers
They're out to take our heads for
What we said in the past
Point blank, they can kiss my black ass
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
Niggas don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin' like a G, we'll 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'
In today's news four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their home base, 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 reads race
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 T
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E
So fuck the P-O-L-IC-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass
'Cause I been 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 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' 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 route
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!
Catch them hey man, keep up keep up
This way, come on man, hurry up
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'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
Not wearing medallions, 'cause
We're not stupid, mutherfuckers
They're out to take our heads for
What we said in the past
Point blank, they can kiss my black ass
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
Niggas don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin' like a G, we'll 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'
In today's news four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their home base, 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 reads race
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 T
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E
So fuck the P-O-L-IC-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass
'Cause I been 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 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' 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 route
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!