100 Miles and Runnin’

[Intro: FBI, MC Ren]

"Catch those motherfuckers, 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 hundred miles and runnin' – MC Ren, I hold the gun and

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

Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct –

It'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

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 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 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 niggas don't mix, so –

Now I'm creepin' through the fog

Runnin' like a G, well see, I'm at a slight jog

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 on the run

FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase: Compton

[Break: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E]

Lend me a motherfucking ear

So I can tell you why

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

Running with my brothers, headed for the homebase

With a steady pace and a face that just reads race

The road ahead goes on and on

The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' 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 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 shit 'til you been in my shoes

Now 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 runnin' hard, hauling ass

'Cause I've been 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

[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 startin' block

A hundred miles from home and, yo, it's a long stretch

A little sprinting motherfucker that they won't catch

Yeah! Back to Compton again

Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen

'Cause niggas been running since beginning of time

Taking a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' 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 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 nigga that's done in, gunnin', and comin'

Straight at yo ass – a hundred 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 nigga, I hate to lose

Show me on the news, but I ain't 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 niggas strong

And got everybody singing my "Fuck Tha Police" song

And while they treat my group like dirt

Their whole fucking family is wearing our T-shirts

So I'ma 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

Dick trickle at this honey – motherfuckers, I'm ridin'

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 bitch with a weave in

Her and the troops are right behind me

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

[Verse 6: Eazy-E]

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

Tearing up everything in sight

It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight

Now that chasing shit is done, and

Four motherfuckers going crazy with

A hundred miles of runnin'!

[Outro]

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Surprise, niggas!"