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Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead *****s.
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 muther f**ker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**k.
Chances are usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' 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, muther f**kers. 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 "f**k tha police". Cause it's hard for a ***** to
get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. Cause police and little black
******s 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
"Into this 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 muther f**kin' 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 **** is getting' longer than the muther f**kin' 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 ***** witta
Confused. Yo, but Dre's 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
**** til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some
**** that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that
disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ***. 'cause I'm a ***** known for
havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the
FBI's all over my ****.
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' muther f**ker that they won't catch. Yeah,
back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the federal pen. 'cause *****s
been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my
muther f**kin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up **** just so you can remember I'm A straight up ***** that's done
in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ***. 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 ***** 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 *****s strong.
They got everybody singin' my "f**k tha police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole f**kin' 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'.
****-tricklin' at the sunny mutherf**ker'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 getting' took by a ***** with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so f**kin' stupid, they'll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a mutherf**ker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ***.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy mutherf**ker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the ****, is done and
Four mutherf**kers goin' crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin'
Stop! stop! stop! stop!
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