And why do we call ourself '*************z for life' 'Cause if we die we still gonna 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 mother****** and it's done in Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ************* 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, mother******s They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past Point blank, they can kizz my black ass I didn't stutter when I said, "************* the police" 'Cause it's hard for a ************* 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', runnin', runnin' Into this news, four fugitives are on the run F.B.I. sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase, Compton Lend me a mother******' 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 *************t is gettin' longer than the mother******' 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 attitude, confused Yo, but Dre's a ************* with nothin' to lose One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know *************t til you been in my shoes And Dre is back from the C P T Droppin' some *************t that's D O P E So ************* the P O L I C E And any mother****** that disagrees Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass 'Cause I'm a ************* known for havin' a notorious past My mind was slick, my temper was too quick Now the F.B.I.'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' mother****** 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 mother******' 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 ************* out From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by Rippin' up *************t just so you can remember I'm A straight up ************* that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass, a 100 miles and runnin', runnin' , runnin' This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there, but the F.B.I. 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 F.B.I. wants me to shut up But I've got 10, 000 *************s strong They got everybody singin' my "************* the police" song And while they treat my group like dirt Their whole ******' family is wearin' our T-*************rts So I'ma run till 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 mother******'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 ************* with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they're so ******' stupid, they'll never find me One more mile to go through the dark streets Runnin' like a mother****** 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 mother****** dodging the searchlight Now that chase, the *************t, is done and Four mother******s goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin' Stop, stop, stop, stop Surprise, *************s
And why do we call ourself '*************z for life' 'Cause if we die we still gonna 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 mother****** and it's done in Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ************* 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, mother******s They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past Point blank, they can kizz my black ass I didn't stutter when I said, "************* the police" 'Cause it's hard for a ************* 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', runnin', runnin' Into this news, four fugitives are on the run F.B.I. sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase, Compton Lend me a mother******' 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 *************t is gettin' longer than the mother******' 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 attitude, confused Yo, but Dre's a ************* with nothin' to lose One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know *************t til you been in my shoes And Dre is back from the C P T Droppin' some *************t that's D O P E So ************* the P O L I C E And any mother****** that disagrees Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass 'Cause I'm a ************* known for havin' a notorious past My mind was slick, my temper was too quick Now the F.B.I.'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' mother****** 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 mother******' 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 ************* out From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by Rippin' up *************t just so you can remember I'm A straight up ************* that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass, a 100 miles and runnin', runnin' , runnin' This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there, but the F.B.I. 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 F.B.I. wants me to shut up But I've got 10, 000 *************s strong They got everybody singin' my "************* the police" song And while they treat my group like dirt Their whole ******' family is wearin' our T-*************rts So I'ma run till 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 mother******'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 ************* with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they're so ******' stupid, they'll never find me One more mile to go through the dark streets Runnin' like a mother****** 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 mother****** dodging the searchlight Now that chase, the *************t, is done and Four mother******s goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin' Stop, stop, stop, stop Surprise, *************s
