(feat. 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Yaki Kadafi, Stretch)
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One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)
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Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
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No matter what I do, they got a nigga
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Still runnin' from the police
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(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
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[Young Hollywood:]
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I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
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Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
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For some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
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I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
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It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
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A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
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With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
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Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police
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[K-Dogg:]
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Nigga, you know that's true
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Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
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Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
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The O.J. and it's all OK
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'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man
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Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
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Damn, I hope it don't spill
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Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
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[Big Malcolm:]
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Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
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I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
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But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
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Like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
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So I, grabs my piece before I flee
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And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
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Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
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Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police
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[Interlude: Buju Banton]
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I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
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Lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
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When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
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Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
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Look around, look around, punk police
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While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
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Look around, look around, punk police
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Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
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[Stretch:]
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Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
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To, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
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The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
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On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
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[Notorious B.I.G.:]
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Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up
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Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
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Choppin rocks overnight
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The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White
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[Stretch:]
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And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
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And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
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I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
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And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
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We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
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Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
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[Notorious B.I.G.:]
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We had to grow dreads to change our description
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Two cops is on the milk box missin
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Show they toes you know they got stepped on
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A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
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Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
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I fuck around and catch a asthma attack [heavy breathing]
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That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
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When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
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Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
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Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
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[Interlude: Buju Banton]
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Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
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They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
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What about they come to hold up me North
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Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
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Look around, look around, punk police
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Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
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Look around, look around, punk police
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Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
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[2Pac:]
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They got me runnin' from the five-oh
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Duckin and dodgin in my survival
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The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
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I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
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Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
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Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
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He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
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Tell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit
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| Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your T |
