One time, one time, nigga, one time!
Runnin from the police
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Still runnin from the police
I aint got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Licking shots to they block, leavin bloody blood puddles
For some ridahs delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
Its 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
They got me runnin from the police
Nigga, you know thats true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and its 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 dont 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 Im smokin indo
But I aint no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep
Like Big Malcolm, runnin through motherfuckers 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
Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them cant gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
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
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
And we got the workers choppin rock, fiends by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin it
Im lettin off smoke, hope they dont 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
Lets serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin 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, nigga, Im too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them cant gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
But still Im havin memories of high speed 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, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole worlds tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin 22s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, thats my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed Thug Life! and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin from the police
Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them cant gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me