Runnin´ Lyrics

Titel: 2Pac, Dramacydal, Notorious B.I.G., Stretch - Runnin'Album: One Million StrongOne time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)No matter what I do, they got a niggastill runnin' from the police(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)Verse One: DramacydalI ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some troubleLickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddlesfor some ridah delight, now we in a gunfightI can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonightIt's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin GA open casket on them bastards so they all remember meWith my vest on my chest, my tools and my pieceThug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police*Nigga, you know that's trueCatch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crewEvery damn day parlay with my glass of ReThe O.J. and it's all OK'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the manRan me down the block with my glass in my handDamn, I hope it don't spillNigga chill, shit is real cock back my steelStill runnin' from the police I gets no sleepI got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indoBut I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeeplike Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyardsSo I, grabs my piece before I fleeAnd instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from meLick shots hits spots off on my pieceCause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the policeInterlude: Don Gargon ?? (this is a very rough guess)I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Broncolay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun storeWhen a batty bwoy do it from the mobAhh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squadLook around, look around, punk policeWhile gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy testLook around, look around, punk policeMe hafta blast back, cause de blast is bestVerse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked routeto, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the gameThe insane brain ,cold gettin fly like a planeon them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckusCheck it, I grew up a fuckin screwupGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank WhiteAnd we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flockAnd we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin itI'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no jokeand provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slideWe keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steelLet's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin mealWe had to grow dreads to change our descriptionTwo cops on the milk box missinShow they toes you know they got stepped onA fist full of bullets a chest full of TeflonRun from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fatI fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*)That's why I bust back, it don't phase meWhen he drop, take his glock, and I'm SwayzeSummer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weightLaid back, I got some money to make, motherfuckerInterlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-liceThey try to cock me, but them can't gun storeWhat about they come to hold up me NorthPulled up the park, I left school and left buckLook around, look around, punk policeWas about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop meLook around, look around, punk policeMe haf to blast back, cause blast back bestVerse Three: 2PacThey got me runnin' from the five-ohduckin and dodgin in my survivalThe Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoeI'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sexCause in my mind all I wonder is who's nextNigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the priceHe did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple lifeTell me is it me or my upbringinI split that dove shitNigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlandson tight, cause I ain't givin upI'd rather duck these motherfuckers all nightI'm runnin' through the projects, beyotchThey'll never catch meCause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotchDon't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legendDo Thug Niggas go to heaven?I'm rollin with the thorough headsWe gettin ghost on them hoes and yoI got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the policeOutro: Don Gargon ?? to fade