Текст песни NWA - 100 miles and running
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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 mutherfucker 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, 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 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 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 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 - D Droppin` 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`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 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 and Four mutherfuckers goin` crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin`! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas!