- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - George Clinton
 - L Patterson
 - A Young
 - G Hutchinson
 - L Dozier
 - B Holland
 - E Wright
 - E Jr Holland
 
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NWA - 100 Miles And Running lyrics
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 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 kizz my black azz
 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
 F.B.I. sources tell us that the four are headed
 100 miles to their home base, Compton
 Lend me a mutherfuckin' 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 mutherfuckin' 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 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 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 F.B.I.'s all over my dick
 Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clockNWA - 100 Miles And Running - http://motolyrics.com/nwa/100-miles-and-running-lyrics.html
 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 mutherfuckin' 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 yo' ass, a 100 miles and runnin'
 This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton
 You're almost there but the F.B.I. 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 setup, so now I'm gonna get up
 Even if the F.B.I. 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


