100 Miles And Running Lyrics - Singles - Nwa

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 motherfucker and it's done in 

Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct 

Is 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, motherfuckers 

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 

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 

F.B.I. sources tell us that the four are headed 

100 miles to their home base, Compton 

Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear, so I can tell you why 

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base 

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 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 fuck the P O L I C E 

And any motherfucker 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 F.B.I.'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' motherfucker 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'ma 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'm a 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 F.B.I. 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 setup, so now I'm gonna get up 

Even if the F.B.I. 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'ma 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, motherfucker'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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker dodging the searchlight 

Now that chase, the shit, is done and 

Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin' 

Stop, stop, stop, stop 

Surprise, niggas