100 Miles and Runnin’ lyrics

[Intro: FBI + MC Ren]
Catch those motherf*ckers, 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

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
A 100 miles and runnin' - MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherf*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 getting jacked by the you-know-who
When in a black and white the capacity is two
But not alone, with three more brothers, I mean street-brothers
Not wearing medallions, 'cause we're not stupid motherf*ckers
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 "f*ck Tha Police"
'Cause it's hard for a n*gga to get peace
Now it's broken and can't be fixed
'Cause police and little black n*ggas 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 100 miles of runnin'
[Interlude]
In today's news. Four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their home basein Compton

[Break: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E]
Lend me a motherf*cking ear
So I can tell you why

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Running 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 motherf*cking 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*gga Witta Attitude
Confused, yo but Dre's a n*gga with nothing 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
Now Dre is back from the C-P-T
Dropping some sh*t that's D-O-P-E
So f*ck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherf*cker that disagrees
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass
'Cause I've been a n*gga known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my di*k
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Got the stick and running since they fired the gun that started the clock
That's when the E jumped off the starting block
100 miles from home and, yo, it's a long stretch
A little sprinting motherf*cker that they won't catch
Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
'Cause n*ggas been running since beginning of time
Taking a minute to tell you what's on my motherf*cking mind
Runnin' like I just don't care
Compton's 50 miles but yo, I'mma get there
Arching my back and on a straight route
Just like Carl Lewis I'm balling the f*ck out
From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by
Ripping up sh*t just so you can remember I'm
A straight-up n*gga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass, 100 miles and runnin'

[Interlude]
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

[Verse 4: MC Ren]
Running like a n*gga I hate to lose
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused
I knew 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*ggas strong
They got everybody singing my "f*ck Tha Police" song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole f*cking family is wearing 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 rain pours
[Verse 5: Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hiding
di*k-trickling at the sunny motherf*ckers are riding
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it
So now it's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it
The number's even - now I'm leavin'
We're never getting took by a b*tch with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so f*cking stupid, they'll never find me

[Verse 6: Eazy-E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Running like a motherf*cker on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home so I better haul ass
Tearing up everything in sight
It's a little crazy motherf*cker dodging the searchlight
Now that chasing sh*t is done and
Four motherf*ckers going crazy with
100 miles of runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, n*ggas!