Runnin' Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) 

Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) 

No matter what I do, they got a nigga 

still runnin' from the police 

(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) 

Verse One: Dramacydal 

I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble 

Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles 

for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight 

I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight 

It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G 

A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me 

With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece 

Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police* 

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Nigga, you know that's true 

Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew 

Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re 

The O.J. and it's all OK 

'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man 

Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand 

Damn, I hope it don't spill 

Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel 

Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep 

I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo 

But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep 

like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards 

So I, grabs my piece before I flee 

And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me 

Lick shots hits spots off on my piece 

Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police 

Interlude: Don Gargon ? (this is a very rough guess) 

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I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco 

lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store 

When a batty bwoy do it from the mob 

Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad 

Look around, look around, punk police 

While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test 

Look around, look around, punk police 

Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best 

Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G. 

Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route 

to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game 

The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane 

on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus 

Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup 

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up 

Choppin rocks overnight 

The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White 

And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock 

And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it 

I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke 

and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide 

We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel 

Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal 

We had to grow dreads to change our description 

Two cops on the milk box missin 

Show they toes you know they got stepped on 

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon 

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat 

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) 

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me 

When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze 

Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight 

Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker 

Interlude: Don Gargon ? (again this is a very rough guess) 

Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice 

They try to cock me, but them can't gun store 

What about they come to hold up me North 

Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck 

Look around, look around, punk police 

Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me 

Look around, look around, punk police 

Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best 

Verse Three: 2Pac 

They got me runnin' from the five-oh 

duckin and dodgin in my survival 

The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe 

I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex 

Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next 

Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price 

He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life 

Tell me is it me or my upbringin 

I split that dove shit 

Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands 

on tight, cause I ain't givin up 

I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night 

I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch 

They'll never catch me 

Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch 

Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend 

Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? 

I'm rollin with the thorough heads 

We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo 

I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police 

Outro: Don Gargon ? to fade