100 Miles And Runnin' Songtext
von N.W.A

Hey, why do we call ourselves niggas for life?
′Cause if we die, we still gonna be some dead niggas
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
Go, go, go, go!


A 100 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
Is one of the main reasons, I don′t give a fuck
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze 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
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I′m 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 niggers don′t mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin′ like a team, well, 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′

Into this 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 motherfuckin' ear
So I can tell you why


Runnin′ with my brothers, headed for the home base
With a steady pace on the face that just, we raced
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 With Attitude
Confused, yo, but Dre′s a nigga with 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 shit, ′til you been in my shoes
And Dre is back from the C-P-T
Droppin′ 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′m a nigga known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the FBI′s all over my

Got us tick 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' motherfucker that they won′t catch
Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
′Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time
Takin′ 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′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
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember
I'm a straight up nigga that′s done in, gunnin′ and comin'
Straight at your 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 nigga 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 niggas strong
They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole fuckin' family, is wearin′ 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 Ren calls

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
Dick-tricklin′ at the sunny motherfucker'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 bitch with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so fuckin′ stupid, they′ll never find me

One more mile to go, through the dark streets
Runnin' 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
It′s a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four motherfuckers goin' crazy, with a 100 miles of runnin′!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!