Dr. Dre
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100 Miles And Runnin'
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Dr. Dre - 100 Miles And Runnin'
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You donât really think youâre gonna get away, do you?
We havenât spotted them yet -
But theyâre 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 itâs done in.
Since Iâm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I donât give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
âCause 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.
Weâre not alone, weâre three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin?my dyes, âcause Iâm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
Theyâre out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didnât stutter when I said âFuck Tha Police?
âCause itâs hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now itâs broken and canât be fixed.
âCause police and little black niggers donât mix so
Now Iâm creepin?through the fall.
Runnin?like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed yâall.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
âCause 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 thatâs what it gotta do.
But nobodyâs pickin?up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dreâs a nigga with nuthin?to lose.
One of the few whoâs been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin?young minds.
But you donât know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin?some shit thatâs D - O - P - E.
So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin?hard, hauling ass.
âCause Iâm a nigga known for havin?a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBIâs all over my dick.
Got us tick and runnin?just to find the gun that started the clock.
Thatâs when the E jumped off the startin?block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, itâs a long stretch.
A little sprintin?mutherfucker that they wonât catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, itâs either that or the Federal pen.
âCause niggas been runnin?since beginning of time.
Takin?a minute to tell you whatâs on my mutherfuckin?mind.
Runnin?like I just donât care.
Comptonâs 50 miles but , yo, Iâmma get there.
Archin?my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis Iâm ballin?the fuck out.
From city to city Iâm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin?up shit just so you can remember Iâm
A straight up nigga thatâs done in, gunnin?and comin?
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin?..
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
Youâre almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
âNowhere 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 Iâm gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But Iâve got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin?my âFuck Tha Police?song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin?family is wearin?our T-shirts.
So Iâmma run til I canât run no more.
âCause itâs 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 mutherfuckerâs are ridin?
Started with five and, yo, one couldnât take it.
So now thereâs four âcause the fifth couldnât make it.
The numberâs even - now Iâm leavin?
Weâre never gettin?took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But theyâre so fuckin?stupid, theyâll 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.
Iâm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin?up everything in sight.
Itâs 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!