Lirik Lagu 100 miles and running - NWA
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You don't really think you're gonna get awaydo you?We haven't spotted them yetBut they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity.A 100 Miles and Runnin'.MC RenI hold the gun andYou want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destructIs one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.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, mutherfuckers.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 "Fuck 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 soNow I'm creepin' through the fall.Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.So for now pack the gun andHold 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 headed100 miles to their homebase, Compton.
Lend me a mutherfuckin' 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 mutherfuckin' 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 nigga with nuthin' to lose.One of the few who's been accused and abusedOf 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 - DDroppin' some shit that's D - O - P - E.So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!And any mutherfucker that disagrees.Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.'Cause I'm a nigga 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' mutherfucker 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.Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind.Runnin' like I just don't care.Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there.Archin' my back and on a straight rough.Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'mA straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'Straight at yo ass.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 nigga 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 niggas strong.They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.And while they treat my group like dirt,Their whole fuckin' 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'.Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker'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 bitch with a weave in.Her and the troops are right behind me.But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.One more mile to go through the dark streets.Runnin' like a mutherfucker 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 mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.Now that chase, the shit, is done andFour mutherfuckers goin' crazy withA 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!Surprise, niggas!
Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.FBI sources tell us that the four are headed100 miles to their homebase, Compton.
Lend me a mutherfuckin' 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 mutherfuckin' 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 nigga with nuthin' to lose.One of the few who's been accused and abusedOf 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 - DDroppin' some shit that's D - O - P - E.So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!And any mutherfucker that disagrees.Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.'Cause I'm a nigga 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' mutherfucker 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.Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind.Runnin' like I just don't care.Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there.Archin' my back and on a straight rough.Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'mA straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'Straight at yo ass.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 nigga 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 niggas strong.They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.And while they treat my group like dirt,Their whole fuckin' 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'.Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker'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 bitch with a weave in.Her and the troops are right behind me.But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.One more mile to go through the dark streets.Runnin' like a mutherfucker 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 mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.Now that chase, the shit, is done andFour mutherfuckers goin' crazy withA 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!Surprise, niggas!
