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Runnin' From the Police Lyrics

One time, one time n**** one time! (Where?)

Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a n****
still runnin' from the police
(Put them m*********** Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
Verse One: Dramacydal

I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin b***** blood puddles
for some ridah 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 m*********** G
A open casket on them b******s so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life m*********** gotta me runnin' from the *police*

n****, you know that's true
Catch a n**** like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
Every d*** day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
To that f***** fake *I shot*, got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
d***, I hope it don't spill
n**** chill, s*** is real c*** back my steel

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 m*********** track star, *Pigs* got a Jeep
Like Big Mouth, runnin through m************ backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these b****** is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a n**** like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the *police*

Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)

I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
lay, they tried to c*** me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.

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 n**** Biggie Smalls causin ruckus

Check it, I grew up a f***** screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f***** blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The n**** Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White

And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty *coppers* 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, f*** how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these m************ slugs as a f***** meal
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, n**** I'm too fat
I f*** around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, m***********

Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)

Verse Three: 2Pac

And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these b****** they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me So what can I do but stay true,
sippin 22's a brewin now the medias tryin to test me
got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is check the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
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