100 Miles and Runnin' (Clean)

[Verse 1: MC Ren]

A 100 miles and runnin' - MC Ren, I hold the gun and

You want me to deal with the situation and it's done in

Since I'm stereotyped I'm going to take a stand

And if you try to stop me, I don't give a damn

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 ain't going out like suckers

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

And thats the reason why Ren is running fast

I didn't stutter when I said "Forget Tha Police"

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

Now it's broken and can't be fixed

'Cause police and a kid from the ghetto don't mix so

Now I'm creepin' through the fall

Runnin' like a team, 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'

[Interlude]

Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run

FBI sources tell us that the four are headed

100 miles to their homebase, Compton

[Break: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E]

Shut up and lend me an ear

So I can tell you why

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

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

It even seems like its gettin' longer than a 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 Brother Witta Attitude

Confused, yo but Dre's never had nothin' to lose

One of the few who's been accused and abused

Of the crime of poisonin' young minds

But you don't know nothin' til you been in my shoes

And Dre is back from the C-P-T

Droppin' some tracks that's D-O-P-E

So laid upon the P-O-L-I-C-E!

And anybody else that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard, moving fast

'Cause I been a brother known for havin' a notorious past

My mind was slick - my temper was too quick

Now the FBI's all over my stick

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]

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' young brother that they won't catch

Yeah, back to Compton again

Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen

'Cause brothers been runnin' since beginning of time

Takin' a minute just to tell you what's on my 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 hell out

From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by

Rippin' up things just so you can remember I'm

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

Straight up homeboy, a 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 for my life 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 brothers strong

And as long as I got "Run fast from the police" song

They treat my group like dirt

While their whole damn 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

[Verse 5: Dr. Dre]

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'

And it's funny 'cause all these stupid suckers are riding

We 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 woman with a weave in

Her and the troops are right behind me

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

[Verse 6: Eazy-E]

One more mile to go through the dark streets

Runnin' like a tired brother on my own two feet

But you know I never stumble or lag last

I'm almost home so I better run fast

Tearin' up everything in sight

It's a little crazy young brother dodging the searchlight

Now that chase, is stopped and done and

Four young brothers goin' crazy with

A 100 miles of runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!