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by 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Radio, Dramacydal & Stretch
# Debut Chart
57 Dec '96 R&B
81 Feb '97 Hot 100


One time, one time Nigga, one time (where) Running from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean) No matter what I do They got a nigga Still running from the police (Put them motherfucking Nikes On tight and get ghost, y'all) I ain't got nuttin on my mind But getting in some trouble Licking shots to they block Leaving bloody blood puddles For some rider delight Now we in a gunfight 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 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 running from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog Chilling with a crew Every damn day Parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and it's all okay Till that fucking fake cop Got to play the man Ran me down the block With my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga, chill, shit is real Cock back my steel Still running from the police I gets no sleep I got you peeping in my window While I'm smoking indo But I ain't no motherfucking track star Pig's got a Jeep like big mouth Running through motherfucker's backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me running These bitches is running from me Lick shots, hits spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Mouth Is through running from the police I bust off, what about the time They pull me from the Bronco Lay, they tried to cock me But them can't gun store When a batty bwoy Do it from the mob Ah, pull up your pants Then you screw a left squad Look around Look around, punk police While gwan man doesn't come But a bad boy test Look around Look around, punk police Me have to blast back 'Cause the blast is best Yo, I was scheming and fiending For loots and took the crooked route To ghetto fame I felt the pains And now I run the game The insane brain Cold getting fly like a plane On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causing ruckus Check it I grew up a fucking screwup Got introduced to the game Got a ounce and fucking blew up Chopping rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls Trying to turn into The black Frank White And we got The workers chopping rock Benz by the flock And we getting it The dirty cops are jealous So they sweating 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 keeping it real, fuck how you feel Biggie, pass the steel Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs As a fuckin' meal We had to grow dreads To change our description Two cops is on the Milk box missing 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, I'm too fat I fuck 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 Summer break, my escape Sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make Motherfucker Now it's war, me trying to sell Running from the punk police They try to cock me But them can't gun store What about they come To hold up me North Pulled up the park I left school and left buck Look around, look around, punk police Was about to blast with your gun But you can't stop me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back 'Cause blast back best They got me running from the five-oh Ducking and dodging in my survival The Benzo and I let off With my nine, hoe I'm moving swifte Than the next nigga No time for sex Cause in my mind All I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped And now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen Now he's doing triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringing I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singing I hope you got your Timberlands on tight 'Cause I ain't giving up I'd rather duck these Motherfuckers all night I'm running through The projects, beyotch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy On the sneotch Don't say you never heard of me Till they murder me, I'm a legend Do thug niggas go to heaven I'm rolling with the thorough heads We getting ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh I'm running from the police


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