letra de runnin' (from tha police) [version i] - 2pac

[intro]
one time, one time, n-gg-, one time!
runnin’ from the police
no matter what i do, they got a n-gg-
still runnin’ from the police

[verse 1: young hollywood]
i ain’t got nuttin’ on my mind, but gettin’ in some trouble
licking shots to they block, leavin’ bl–dy blood puddles
for some ridah’s 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-cking g
a open casket on them b-st-rds so they all remember me
with my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
thug life motherf-cker, got me runnin’ from the police

[verse 2: k-dogg]
they got me runnin’ from the police
n-gg-, you know that’s true
catch a n-gg- like k-dog, chillin’ with a crew
every d-mn day parlay with my gl-ss of re
the o.j. and it’s all okay
to that f-ckin’ fake cop, got to play the man
ran me down the block with my gl-ss in my hand
d-mn, i hope it don’t spill
n-gg- chill, sh-t is real, c-ck back my steel

[verse 3: big malcolm]
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-cking track star, pigs got a jeep
like big malcolm, runnin’ through motherf-cker’s backyards
so i grabs my piece before i flee
and instead of me runnin’, these b-tches is runnin’ from me
lick shots, hit spots off on my piece
cause a n-gg- like big malcolm is through runnin’ from the police

[hook: buju banton]
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[verse 4: stretch & the notorious b.i.g]
[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 n-gg- biggie smalls causin’ ruckus

[the notorious b.i.g.]
check it, i grew up, a f-ckin’ screw-up
got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f-ckin’ blew up
choppin’ rocks overnight
the n-gg- biggie smalls tryin’ to turn into the black frank white

[stretch]
and we got the workers choppin’ rock, fiends by the flock
and we gettin’ it, the dirty cop is 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-ck how you feel, biggie p-ss the steel
let’s serve these motherf-ckers, slugs as a f-ckin’ meal

[the 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, n-gg-, i’m too fat
i f-ck 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-cker

[hook: buju banton]
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[verse 6: 2pac]
but still i’m 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 b-tches, they still continue to pursue me
a couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
even the cops tried to sue me, so what can i do?
but stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
and now media is tryna test me
got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
misery is all i see, that’s 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

[hook: buju banton]
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- 2pac

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