100 Miles and Runnin'

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 hundred miles and runnin', MC Ren, I hold the gun, and

You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done, and

Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct

That's one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck

Chances are usually not good

'Cause I'm frisked with my hands on a hot hood

I'm getting 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 wearin' medallions because we're not stupid motherfuckers

They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past

Point blank, they can kiss my Black ass

I didn't stutter when I said fuck the police

'Cause it's hard for a **** to get peace

Now it's broken and can't be fixed

'Cause police and little Black **** don't mix, so

Now I'm creeping through the fall

Running 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 hundred miles of runnin'

In today's news, four fugitives on the run

FBI sources tell us that the four are headed

One hundred miles to their home base, Compton

Lend me a motherfucking ear so I can tell you why I'm

Running with my brothers headed for the home base

With a steady pace on the face that just reads race

The road ahead goes on and on

This shit is getting longer than a motherfucking marathon

Runnin' on, but never runnin' out, stay wired

And if I get tired, I can still try out hitchhiking

If that's what I gotta do

But nobody's picking up a **** with a attitude

Confused, yo, but Dre's a **** with nothing to lose

One of the few that's been accused and abused

Of the crime of poisoning young minds

But you don't know shit till you been in my shoes

And Dre is back from the C-P-T

Dropping some shit that's D-O-P-E

So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E

And any motherfucker that disagrees

Stuck and running hard, hauling ass

'Cause I been a **** known for having a notorious past

My mind was slick, my temper was too quick, now the FBI's all over my dick

Got the stick and running since they fired the gun that started the clock

That's when the E jumped off the starting block

A hundred 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 **** been runnin' since beginning of time

Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfucking mind

Runnin' like I just don't care

Compton's fifty 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

Ripping up shit just so you can remember I'm

A straight up ****, that's done in, gunnin' and comin'

Straight at yo ass, a hundred 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, there's nowhere to hide

Good luck, brothers

Running like a ****, 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 got ten thousand **** strong

They got everybody singing my 'Fuck the Police' song

And while they treat my group like dirt

Their whole fucking family is wearing our T-shirts

So I'ma run till 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 hiding

Dick-trickling like the sunny motherfuckers are riding

Started with five, and yo, one couldn't take it

So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it

The numbers even, now I'm leaving

But never getting took by a bitch with a weave-in

Her and the troops are right behind me

But they're so fucking stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets

Running 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

Is a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight

Now all that chase that shit is done and

Four motherfuckers going crazy with a hundred miles of runnin'

Stop, stop, stop, stop

Surprise, ****