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!
