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    One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)

    Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
    No matter what I do, they got a nigga
    Still runnin' from the police
    (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)

    [Young Hollywood:]
    I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
    Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
    For some ridah 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 motherfuckin 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 gotta me runnin' from the police

    Nigga, you know that's true
    Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
    Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
    The O.J. and it's all OK
    'til that fuckin 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

    [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 motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
    Like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
    So I, grabs my piece before I flee
    And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
    Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
    Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police

    [Interlude: Buju Banton]
    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
    Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
    Look around, look around, punk police
    While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
    Look around, look around, punk police
    Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best

    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

    [Notorious B.I.G.:]
    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, Benz by the flock
    And we gettin it, the dirty cops are 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, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
    Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal

    [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, nigga I'm too fat
    I fuck around and catch a asthma attack [heavy breathing]
    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, motherfucker

    [Interlude: Buju Banton]
    Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
    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 ya gun but you can't stop me
    Look around, look around, punk police
    Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best

    They got me runnin' from the five-oh
    Duckin and dodgin in my survival
    The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
    I'm movin swifter 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 driveby, sixteen, now he's 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 ain't givin up
    I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
    I'm runnin' 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, til they murder me, I'm a legend
    Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
    I'm rollin with the thorough heads
    We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
    I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police

    [Outro: Buju Banton to fade]

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