100MilesAndRunnin'

And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'

'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas

"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****er 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'm frisked 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 wearing medallions, cause we're not stupid, mother****ers

They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past

Point blank - They can kiss my black azz

I didn't stutter when I said "**** 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 mother****ing 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 mother****ing 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 nigg 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-T

Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E

So **** the P-O-L-I-C-E!

And any mother****er that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass

Cause I been a nigga known for havin' a notorious past

My mind was slick - my temper was too quick

Now the FBI's all over my shit

Got the stick 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****ers 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