2Pac’s “Runnin' (From Tha Police)”

[Intro] [Stretch:] One 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 nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfucking Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Verse 1: Dramacydal] [Napoleon] I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin' from the police [Kastro] Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and it's all okay To that fuckin' fake cop, got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel [E.D.I.] Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo But I ain't no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police [Hook: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me [Verse 2] [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus [The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up, a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White [Stretch] And we got the workers choppin' rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Let's serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin' meal [The Notorious B.I.G.] We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga, I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me runnin' from the five-o Duckin' and dodgin' in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine, ho I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin' I spit that thug shit Nigga, motherfuck singin' I hope you got your Timberlands on tight Cause I ain't givin' up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me I'm a legend Do thug niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-o I'm runnin' from the police [Hook]