Runnin' lyrics

Artist  : 2Pac Buju Banton Dramacydal Notorious BIG Stretch 
Song : Runnin'
 

* the word 'police' is censored on the album
version of this song







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 motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get
ghost y'all)







[Dramacydal]



I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some
trouble



Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody 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 motherfuckin
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 gotta me runnin' from the
police







Nigga, you know that's true



Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew



Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re



The O.J. and it's all OK



'til 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







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 motherfuckin track star, pig's got
a Jeep



like Big Mouth, 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 hits spots off on my piece



Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin'
from the police







[Interlude: Buju Banton]



I bust off!What about the time they pull me from
the Bronco



lay, they tried to cock 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







[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







[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 cops are 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







[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 (*heavy
breathing*)



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







[Interlude: Buju Banton]



Now it's war, me tryin 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 left
buck



Look around, look around, punk police



Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop
me



Look around, look around, punk police



Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best







[2Pac]



They got me runnin' from the five-oh



duckin and dodgin in my survival



The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe



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 homey slipped and now he pays the
price



He did a driveby, 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, beyotch



They'll never catch me



Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the,
sneotch



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 thorough heads



We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo



I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from
the police







[Outro: Buju Banton to fade]