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letra de 100 miles and runnin' (clean) - n.w.a

[verse 1: mc ren]
a 100 miles and runnin’ – mc ren, i hold the gun and
you want me to deal with the situation and it’s done in
since i’m stereotyped i’m going to take a stand
and if you try to stop me, i don’t give a d-mn
chances are usually not good
cause i’m frisked with my hands on a hot hood
and gettin’ jacked by the you-know-who
when in a black and white the capacity is two
we’re not alone, we’re three more brothers, i mean street-brothers
not wearing medallions, cause we ain’t going out like suckers
they’re out to take our heads for what we said in the past
and thats the reason why ren is running fast
i didn’t stutter when i said “forget tha police”
cause it’s hard for a brother to get peace
now it’s broken and can’t be fixed
cause police and a kid from the ghetto don’t mix so
now i’m creepin’ through the fall
runnin’ like a team, we’ll see, i might have slayed y’all
so for now pack the gun and
hold it in the air cause mc ren has a 100 miles of runnin’

[interlude]
into this news. four fugitives are on the run
fbi sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, compton

[break: dr. dre + eazy-e]
shut up and lend me a m-th-rf-ckin’ ear
so i can tell you why

[verse 2: dr. dre]
runnin’ with my brothers, headed for the homebase
with a steady pace on the face that just we raced
the road ahead goes on and on
it even seems like its gettin’ longer than a marathon
runnin’ on but never runnin’ out
stayin’ wired and if i get tired, i can still try out
hitchhikin’ if that’s what it gotta do
but n-body’s pickin’ up a brother witta att-tude
confused, yo but dre’s a n-gg- with nuthin’ to lose
one of the few who’s been accused and abused
of the crime of poisonin’ young minds
but you don’t know nothin til you been in my shoes
and dre is back from the c-p-t
droppin’ some tracks that’s d-o-p-e
so laid upon the p-o-l-i-c-e!
and anybody else that disagrees
stuck and runnin’ hard, moving fast
cause i been a brother known for havin’ a notorious past
my mind was slick – my temper was too quick
now the fbi’s all over my stick

[verse 3: eazy-e]
got the stick and runnin’ just to find the gun that started the clock
that’s when the e jumped off the startin’ block
a 100 miles from home and ,yo, it’s a long stretch
a little sprintin’ young brother that they won’t catch
yeah, back to compton again
yo, it’s either that or the federal pen
cause brothers been runnin’ since beginning of time
takin’ a minute to tell you what’s on my mind
runnin’ like i just don’t care
compton’s 50 miles but , yo, i’mma get there
archin’ my back and on a straight rough
just like carl lewis i’m ballin’ the h-ll out
from city to city i’m a menace as i p-ss by
rippin’ up things just so you can remember i’m
a straight up brother that’s done in, gunnin’ and comin’
straight up homeboy, 100 miles and runnin’

[interlude]
this one goes out to the four brothers from compton
you’re almost there, but the fbi has a little message for you:
nowhere to run to, baby. nowhere to hide
good luck brothers

[verse 4: mc ren]
running for my life i hate to lose
show me on the news but i hate to be abused
i know it was a set-up – so now i’m gonna get up
even if the fbi wants me to shut up
but i’ve got 10 000 brothers strong
and as long as i got “run fast from the police”-song
they treat my group like dirt
while their whole d-mn family is wearin’ our t-shirts
so i’mma run til i can’t run no more
cause it’s time for mc ren to settle the score
i got a urge to kick down doors
at my grave like a slave even if the ren calls

[verse 5: dr. dre]
clouds are dark and brothers are hidin’
and its funny cause all these stupid suckers are riding
started with five and, yo, one couldn’t take it
so now there’s four cause the fifth couldn’t make it
the number’s even – now i’m leavin’
we’re never gettin’ took by a woman with a weave in
her and the troops are right behind me
but they’re so stupid, they’ll never find me

[verse 6: eazy-e]
one more mile to go through the dark streets
runnin’ like a tired brother on my own two feet
but you know i never stumble or lag last
i’m almost home so i better run fast
tearin’ up everything in sight
it’s a little crazy young brother dodging the searchlight
now that chase, is stopped and done and
four young brothers goin’ crazy with
a 100 miles of runnin’!

stop! stop! stop! stop!

- n w a

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