[Intro:]

And why do we call ourself '^!$$%z 4 Life'.

'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead ^!$$%s.

"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."


[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and

You want me to kill a muther$#&@er and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a $#&@.

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, muther$#&@ers.

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 "$#&@ Tha Police".

'Cause it's hard for a ^!$$% to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black !@$@s 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 homebase, Compton."


[Eazy E]
Lend me a muther$#&@in' ear.

So I can tell you why...

[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.

The %#@! is gettin' longer than the muther$#&@in' 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 ^!$$% Witta Attitude.
Confused...

Yo, but Dre's 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 %#@! til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin' some %#@! that's D-O-P-E.

So $#&@ the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any muther$#&@er that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling $$#.

'Cause I'm a ^!$$% known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.


[Eazy E]
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' muther$#&@er that they won't catch.

Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause ^!$$%s been runnin' since beginning of time.

Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my muther$#&@in' 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 $#&@ out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up %#@! just so you can remember I'm
A straight up ^!$$% that's done in, gunnin' and comin'

Straight at yo $$#.
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.


[MC Ren]
Runnin' like a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s strong.
They got everybody singin' my "$#&@ Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole $#&@in' 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.

[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny muther$#&@er'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 (*##$ with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so $#&@in' stupid, they'll never find me.


[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a muther$#&@er on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul $$#.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy muther$#&@er dodging the searchlight.

Now that chase, the %#@!, is done and
Four muther$#&@ers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!

[Outro:]

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