N.W.A – 100 Miles And Runnin’

N.W.A – 100 Miles And Runnin’ Lyrics

Artist: N.W.A
Song: 100 Miles And Runnin’

Catch those m#th*rf#ck*rs, catch them, catch them
Hey man, keep up keep up, this way, come on man, hurry up
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 mutherf#cker and it’s done in
Since I’m stereotyped to kill and destruct –
Is one of the main reasons I don’t give a f#ck

Chances are usually not good
‘Cause I’m frisked 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
Not wearing medallions, ’cause we’re not stupid, mutherf#ckers
They’re out to take our heads for what we said in the past
Point blank, they can kiss my black #ss

I didn’t stutter when I said “f#ck Tha Police”
‘Cause it’s hard for a n#gg# to get peace
Now it’s broken and can’t be fixed
‘Cause police and little black n#gg#s don’t mix so

Now I’m creepin’ through the fall
Runnin’ like a G, we’ll 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’

In today’s news. Four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their home base, Compton
Lend me a mutherf#ckin’ ear

So I can tell you why
Runnin’ with my brothers, headed for the homebase
With a steady pace on the face that just reads race
The road ahead goes on and on

The sh#t is gettin’ longer than the mutherf#ckin’ 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 n#gg# Witta Attitude
Confused, yo but Dre’s a n#gg# 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 sh#t til you been in my shoes
And Dre is back from the C-P-T
Droppin’ some sh#t that’s D-O-P-E
So f#ck the P-O-L-I-C-E!

And any mutherf#cker that disagrees
Stuck and runnin’ hard, hauling #ss
‘Cause I been a n#gg# known for havin’ a notorious past
My mind was slick – my temper was too quick

Now the FBI’s all over my dick
Got the stick 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’ mutherf#cker that they won’t catch
Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it’s either that or the Federal pen
‘Cause n#gg#s been runnin’ since beginning of time

Takin’ a minute to tell you what’s on my mutherf#ckin’ 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 route

Just like Carl Lewis I’m ballin’ the f#ck out
From city to city I’m a menace as I pass by
Rippin’ up sh#t just so you can remember I’m
A straight up n#gg# 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 n#gg# 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 n#gg#s strong
They got everybody singin’ my “f#ck Tha Police” song
And while they treat my group like dirt

Their whole f#ckin’ 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 mutherf#cker’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 b#tch with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me

But they’re so f#ckin’ stupid, they’ll never find me
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin’ like a mutherf#cker on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last

I’m almost home so I better haul #ss
Tearin’ up everything in sight
It’s a little crazy mutherf#cker dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the sh#t, is done and

Four mutherf#ckers goin’ crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin’!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, n#gg#s!
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From the album:
100 Miles And Runnin’ [Explicit]
Release Year: 1990