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Intro: |
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And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'. |
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'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas. |
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"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?" |
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"We haven't spotted them yet." |
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"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity." |
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[MC Ren] |
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A 100 Miles and Runnin'. |
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MC Ren, I hold the gun and |
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You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. |
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Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - |
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Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. |
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Chances are usually not good |
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'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. |
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And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. |
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When in a black and white the capacity is two. |
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We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. |
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Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. |
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They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. |
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Point blank - They can kizz my black azz. |
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I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police". |
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'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. |
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Now it's broken and can't be fixed. |
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'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so |
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Now I'm creepin' through the fall. |
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Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. |
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So for now pack the gun and |
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Hold it in the air. |
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'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'... |
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"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run." |
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"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed" |
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"100 miles to their homebase, Compton." |
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[Eazy E] |
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Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. |
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So I can tell you why... |
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[Dr. Dre] |
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Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase. |
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With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. |
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The road ahead goes on and on. |
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The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon. |
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Runnin' on but never runnin' out. |
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Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. |
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Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. |
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But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. |
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Confused... |
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Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. |
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One of the few who's been accused and abused |
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Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. |
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But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. |
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And Dre is back from the C-P-T. |
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Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E. |
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So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! |
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And any mutherfucker that disagrees. |
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Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. |
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'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. |
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My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. |
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Now the FBI's all over my dick. |
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[Eazy E] |
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Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. |
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That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. |
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A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. |
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A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch. |
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Yeah, back to Compton again. |
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Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. |
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'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. |
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Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind. |
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Runnin' like I just don't care. |
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Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there. |
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Archin' my back and on a straight rough. |
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Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. |
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From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. |
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Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm |
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A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' |
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Straight at yo ass. |
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A 100 Miles and Runnin'... |
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Interlude: |
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This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. |
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You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: |
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"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide." |
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Good luck brothers. |
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[MC Ren] |
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Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. |
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Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. |
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I know it was a set-up. |
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So now I'm gonna get up. |
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Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. |
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But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. |
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They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song. |
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And while they treat my group like dirt, |
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Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. |
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So I'mma run til I can't run no more. |
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'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. |
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I got a urge to kick down doors. |
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At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. |
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[Dr. Dre] |
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Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. |
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Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'. |
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Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. |
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So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. |
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The number's even - now I'm leavin'. |
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We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. |
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Her and the troops are right behind me. |
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But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. |
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[Eazy E] |
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One more mile to go through the dark streets. |
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Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet. |
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But you know I never stumble or lag last. |
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I'm almost home so I better haul ass. |
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Tearin' up everything in sight. |
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It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight. |
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Now that chase, the shit, is done and |
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Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with |
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A 100 Miles of Runnin'! |
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Outro: |
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Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! |
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Surprise, niggas! |
