NWA - 100 Miles and Runnin' lyrics

"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 k** a motherf**er and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to k** and destruct, Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**. 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, motherf**ers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank, They can kiss my black a**. I didn't stutter when I said "f** The Police". 'Cause it's hard for a n***a to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black n******gs 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 mutherf**in' ear. So I can tell you why Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The sh** is gettin' longer than the motherf**in' 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 n***a Witta Attitude. Confused Yo, but Dre's a n***a 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 sh** til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the see-P-T. Droppin' some sh** that's D-O-P-E. So f** the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any motherf**er that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling a**. 'Cause I'm a n***a 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' motherf**er that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause n***as been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherf**in' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the f** out. From city to city I'm a menace as I pa** by. Rippin' up sh** just so you can remember I'm A straight up n***a that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo a**. 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 n***a 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 n***as strong. They got everybody singin' my "f** Tha Police" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole f**in' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'ma 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 motherf**er'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 b**h with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so f**in' stupid, they'll never find me. One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a motherf**er on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul a**. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy motherf**er dodging the searchlight. Now all that chasing sh** is done and Four motherf**ers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, n***as!