One time, one time, ni**a, one time
(Where?)

Runnin` from the police
(Yeah, I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a ni**a
Still runnin` from the police
(Put them motherf**kin` Nike`s on tight and get ghost, y`all)

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 motherf**kin` 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`, motherf**ker, gotta me runnin` from the police

Ni**a, you know that`s true
Catch a ni**a like K-Dog, chillin` wit a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it`s all okay

`Til that f**kin` 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
Ni**a, chill, s**t is real c**k 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 motherf**kin` track star, pig`s got a Jeep
Like Big Mouth, runnin` through motherf**ker`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 ni**a like Big Mouth is through runnin` from the police

I bust off, what? About the time they pull me from the Bronco
Lay, they tried to c**k 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

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 ni**a Biggie Smalls causin` ruckus

Check it, I grew up a f**kin` screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**kin` blew up
Choppin` rocks overnight
The ni**a Biggie Smalls tryin` to turn into the black Frank White

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, f**k how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let`s serve these motherf**kers slugs as a f**kin` 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, ni**a, I`m too fat
I f**k 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, motherf**ker

Now it`s war, me tryin` to sell, runnin` from the punk police
They try to c**k 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

They got me runnin` from the five O
Duckin` and dodgin` in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I`m movin` swifter than the next ni**a, no time for sex
`Cause in my mind all I wonder is who`s next

Ni**a, my homey 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 s**t
Ni**a, motherf**k singin`, I hope you got your Timberlands
On tight `cause I ain`t givin up

I`d rather duck these motherf**kers 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 Ni**as 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 O, I`m runnin` from the police

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