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
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 police
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 police
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
They got me runnin from the five-o
Duckin and dodgin and my survival
Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next
Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen, now hes 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 aint givin up
Id rather duck these motherfuckers all night
Im runnin through the projects, biatch
Theyll never catch me
Cause Im loced and trigger happy on the, sniatch
Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me
Im a legend
Do thug niggas go to heaven?
Im rollin with the Thoro Headz
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-o
Im 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