And why do we call

Ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'

'Cause if we die we still

Gon' be some dead niggas

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 100 miles and runnin'

MC Ren I hold the gun and

You want me to kill a motherf**ker

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**k

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

Motherf**kers

They're out to take our heads

For what we said in the past

Point blank they can kizz my black azz

I didn't stutter when I said 'F**k Tha Police'

'Cause it's hard for a ni**a 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 mutherf**kin' 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 sh*t is gettin' longer than the mutherf**kin' 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 Ni**a Witta Attitude

Confused yo but Dre's a ni**a with nuthin' 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

And Dre is back from the C P T

Droppin' some sh*t that's D O P E

So f**k the P O L I C E

And any motherf**ker that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard hauling a**

'Cause I'm a ni**a known for havin' a notorious past

My mind was slick my temper was too quick

Now the FBI's all over my dick

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' motherf**ker 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 mutherf**kin' 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 f**k out

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

Rippin' up sh*t just so you can remember

I'm a straight up ni**a that's done in

Gunnin' and comin'

Straight at yo' a** 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 ni**a I hate to lose

Show me on the news but I hate to be abused

I know it was a setup 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 'F**k Tha Police' song

And while they treat my group like dirt

Their whole f**kin' 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 motherf**ker'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 b**ch with a weave in

Her and the troops are right behind me

But they're so f**kin' stupid they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets

Runnin' like a motherf**ker on my own two feet

But you know I never stumble or lag last

I'm almost home so I better haul a**

Tearin' up everything in sight

It's a little crazy motherf**ker dodging the searchlight

Now that chase the sh*t is done and

Four motherf**kers goin' crazy

With a 100 miles of runnin'

Surprise niggas