Runnin'
DJ Mike C.W. Lyrics
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"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze 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.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, 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'
"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their homebase, Compton."
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' 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 nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused
Yo, but Dre's a nigga 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 shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the see-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.
Got us tick 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' motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'
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.
Runnin' like a nigga 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 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'ma 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.
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherfucker's are ridin'.
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 bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now all that chasing shit is done and
Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!
The lyrics in DJ Mike C.W.'s song "Runnin'" tell the story of a group of individuals, likely from Compton, who are on the run from law enforcement, particularly the police and the FBI. The opening dialogue sets the scene with the authorities not yet spotting the fugitives but knowing they are nearby. The singer, likely MC Ren, expresses a sense of defiance and rebellion against societal expectations and law enforcement, highlighting the struggles and prejudices faced by black individuals.
As the narrative unfolds, MC Ren and his crew are depicted running a hundred miles, evading capture and staying one step ahead of the authorities. The lyrics touch upon themes of resistance, anger, and a desire for justice in the face of oppression. References to past statements and actions that have angered the authorities further illustrate the tension and conflict between the group and law enforcement.
The song also delves into the personal struggles and experiences of the singer as he navigates a world that is hostile and unforgiving. The lyrics convey a sense of urgency and determination as MC Ren and his companions push forward, despite the obstacles and risks they face. The defiant tone and raw emotion in the lyrics capture the intensity of their journey and their unwavering resolve to reach their destination.
The closing lines of the song suggest a twist in the story, where the fugitives surprise their pursuers, perhaps signaling a moment of triumph or defiance against the odds. Overall, "Runnin'" paints a vivid picture of a desperate flight for freedom and justice, highlighting the complexities of systemic racism, resistance, and the quest for liberation in a hostile environment.
Line by Line Meaning
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?
Just because we haven't seen them yet, doesn't mean they're not close by.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
We are on the move and making progress every mile we cover.
Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
Breaking news: four criminals are fleeing from the authorities.
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base.
Escaping alongside my companions, aiming for safety at our headquarters.
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
We are frantically searching to locate the firearm that initiated the chase.
Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide.
There is no escape, nowhere to seek refuge from the impending capture.
Good luck brothers.
Wishing the best of luck to the four individuals as they strive to evade captivity.
I know it was a set-up.
I am convinced this is a ploy intended to ensnare me.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Eric Wright, Gregory Hutch, Lamont Dozier, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson
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