Текст песни 2Pac, Buju Banton, Dramacydal, Notorious - Runnin` *
2Pac, Buju Banton, Dramacydal, Notorious - Runnin` * слова песни
* the word `police` is censored on the album version of this songOne 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 niggastill runnin` from the police(Put them motherfuckin Nike`s on tight and get ghost y`all)[Dramacydal]I ain`t got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some troubleLickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddlesfor some ridah delight, now we in a gunfightI can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonightIt`s on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin GA open casket on them bastards so they all remember meWith my vest on my chest, my tools and my pieceThug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin` from the policeNigga, you know that`s trueCatch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crewEvery damn day parlay with my glass of ReThe O.J. and it`s all OK`til that fuckin fake cop got to play the manRan me down the block with my glass in my handDamn, I hope it don`t spillNigga chill, shit is real cock back my steelStill runnin` from the police I gets no sleepI got you peepin in my window while I`m smokin indoBut I ain`t no motherfuckin track star, pig`s got a Jeeplike Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker`s backyardsSo I, grabs my piece before I fleeAnd instead of me runnin`, these bitches is runnin` from meLick shots hits spots off on my pieceCause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin` from the police[Interlude: Buju Banton]I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Broncolay, they tried to cock me, but them can`t gun storeWhen a batty bwoy do it from the mobAhh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squadLook around, look around, punk policeWhile gwan man doesn`t a come but a bad boy testLook around, look around, punk policeMe hafta blast back, cause de blast is best[Stretch]Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked routeto, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the gameThe insane brain, cold gettin fly like a planeon them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus[Notorious B.I.G.]Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White[Stretch]And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flockAnd we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin itI`m lettin off smoke, hope they don`t play me for no jokeand provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slideWe keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steelLet`s serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal[Notorious B.I.G.]We had to grow dreads to change our descriptionTwo cops is on the milk box missinShow they toes you know they got stepped onA fist full of bullets a chest full of TeflonRun from the police picture that, nigga I`m too fatI fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*)That`s why I bust back, it don`t phase meWhen he drop, take his glock, and I`m SwayzeCelebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weightLaid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker[Interlude: Buju Banton]Now it`s war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-liceThey try to cock me, but them can`t gun storeWhat about they come to hold up me NorthPulled up the park, I left school and left buckLook around, look around, punk policeWas about to blast with ya gun but you can`t stop meLook around, look around, punk policeMe haf to blast back, cause blast back best[2Pac]They got me runnin` from the five-ohduckin and dodgin in my survivalThe Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoeI`m movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sexCause in my mind all I wonder is who`s nextNigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the priceHe did a driveby, sixteen, now he`s doin triple lifeTell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shitNigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlandson tight, cause I ain`t givin upI`d rather duck these motherfuckers all nightI`m runnin` through the projects, beyotchThey`ll never catch meCause I`m loc`d and trigger happy on the, sneotchDon`t say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I`m a legendDo Thug Niggas go to heaven?I`m rollin with the thorough headsWe gettin ghost on them hoes and yoI got no love for the five-oh I`m runnin` from the police[Outro: Buju Banton to fade]