100 Miles And Runnin'
N.W.A Lyrics

You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?
Do you honestly believe that you will be able to escape the consequences of your actions?

We haven't spotted them yet.
We have not yet located the individuals in question.

But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
However, they are present in the nearby area.

A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
We are on the move, running relentlessly over a distance of 100 miles.

MC Ren, I hold the gun and
MC Ren, I possess the weapon and

You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
You expect me to eliminate an individual and it will be executed without hesitation.

Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Due to the prevailing stereotype that I am inclined towards violence and destruction,

Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
It is one of the primary factors why I have no concern or regard for consequences.

Chances are usually not good
Typically, the likelihood of success is not favorable

'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
Because I become paralyzed with fear when my hands are placed on a hot car hood.

And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
And being robbed by the police, whose identity is well-known.

When in a black and white the capacity is two.
When in a police car, there are typically only two seats available.

We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
We are not alone; there are three additional individuals with me, whom I consider as brothers from the streets.

Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
Now I am disguising my appearance because I am not foolish, you ignorant individuals.

They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
They are determined to harm us for the statements we made previously.

Point blank, They can kiss my black ass.
Plain and simple, they can show their disrespect by kissing my black buttocks.

I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
I did not stumble over my words when I expressed my disdain towards law enforcement.

'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Because it is difficult for an individual of African descent to attain tranquility.

Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
Now the state of peace has been shattered and cannot be restored.

'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Because the police and young black individuals do not coexist harmoniously, thereby causing conflicts.

Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Now I am moving stealthily through the streets during autumn.

Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
Running together as a united group, and I may have defeated or outperformed all of you.

So for now pack the gun and
So, for the time being, carry the firearm and

Hold it in the air.
Raise it above, in a commanding and defiant manner.

'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'
Because MC Ren is on the run across a distance of 100 miles.

Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
Presenting the latest update: Four individuals who are considered fugitives are currently evading capture.

FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
Reliable sources from the FBI inform us that the four individuals are making their way

100 miles to their homebase, Compton.
Over a distance of 100 miles towards their base of operation, which is in Compton.

Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
Allow me to have your undivided attention.

So I can tell you why
In order for me to explain the reasons

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base.
We are in the act of fleeing alongside my comrades, making our way towards our place of origin.

With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
Maintaining a consistent speed, evident from the countenance that only we have displayed.

The road ahead goes on and on.
The path before us stretches infinitely into the distance.

The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
The situation is becoming more protracted than the endurance test known as a marathon.

Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Continuing to run without ever depleting our stamina or determination.

Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Maintaining a heightened state of alertness, and even if I become fatigued, I can still persevere.

Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
Engaging in hitchhiking if it is necessary in order to proceed.

But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
However, no one is willing to offer a ride to an individual with a hostile demeanor.

Confused
Bewildered or uncertain

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
However, Dre is an individual who possesses nothing and therefore has nothing to lose.

One of the few who's been accused and abused
He is among the limited number of individuals who have been blamed and mistreated

Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
For the offense of polluting the impressionable thoughts of the youth.

But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
However, you cannot fully comprehend the situation until you have experienced what I have endured.

And Dre is back from the see-P-T.
And now Dre has returned from the psychiatric ward.

Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
Releasing some material that is deemed exceptional or outstanding.

So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
Consequently, disregard and reject the police!

And any motherfucker that disagrees.
As well as anyone who opposes or holds a different opinion.

Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
Trapped but continuing to run with great intensity and urgency.

'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
Because I am an individual recognized for having a well-known and infamous background.

My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
I possessed a clever and nimble mind, but my anger would flare up rapidly.

Now the FBI's all over my dick.
Now the FBI is aggressively pursuing me and constantly interfering with my activities.

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
They have set us off, causing us to flee in order to search for the weapon that initiated this predicament.

That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
That decisive moment triggered Eazy-E to commence running as well.

A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
Being a considerable distance of 100 miles away from home, it is undeniably an extensive span.

A little sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch.
A small, yet agile individual who is almost impossible for them to apprehend.

Yeah, back to Compton again.
Indeed, we are returning to Compton once more.

Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
You see, it is either going back to Compton or ending up in a federal penitentiary.

'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Because black individuals have been fleeing and evading capture since the dawn of humanity.

Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
Taking a brief moment to candidly express what is occupying my thoughts.

Runnin' like I just don't care.
Running with an attitude that suggests complete apathy or disregard for consequences.

Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there.
Although Compton is 50 miles away, I am determined to reach my destination.

Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Straightening my posture and proceeding with determination, despite the hardships.

Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
Similar to the renowned athlete Carl Lewis, I am excelling and performing exceptionally well.

From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
As I travel from one urban area to another, I am perceived as a dangerous or troubling figure.

Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
Causing chaos and destruction merely for the purpose of leaving an indelible memory that I exist and represent a threat.

A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
An authentic black individual who is finished or exhausted, but persistently pursuing his objectives with a firearm in hand.

Straight at yo ass.
Directly towards you, in an aggressive manner.

A 100 Miles and Runnin'
Having traversed a distance of 100 miles while constantly on the move.

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
Dedicating this message to the four individuals from Compton.

You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
You are nearing your destination, yet the FBI has a short communication for you:

"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
"There is no escape, my friend. There is no place for concealment."

Good luck brothers.
Wishing you the best of luck, gentlemen.

Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose.
Running fervently, displaying the determination and drive that I despise losing.

Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I would rather be featured on the news rather than endure mistreatment or exploitation.

I know it was a set-up.
I am aware that this situation was an orchestrated trap.

So now I'm gonna get up.
Therefore, I will now rise and stand my ground.

Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
Even if the FBI desires or demands that I remain silent.

But I've got 10 000 niggas strong.
However, I have the support of 10,000 strong black individuals.

They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
They have successfully influenced countless individuals to sing along to my anthem of hatred towards law enforcement.

And while they treat my group like dirt,
Meanwhile, they continually mistreat and degrade my collective.

Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
Ironically, their entire family is proudly wearing our merchandise or clothing.

So I'ma run til I can't run no more.
Therefore, I will keep running until I physically cannot continue any further.

'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score.
Because the moment has arrived for MC Ren to seek retribution or exact revenge.

I got a urge to kick down doors.
I have a strong desire to forcefully break open doors.

At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
Even if MC Ren were to beckon me from beyond the grave, I would obey like a subservient slave.

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
The atmosphere is foreboding and my fellow brothers are concealing themselves.

Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherfucker's are ridin'.
Perverted individuals are enjoying themselves in the bright, sunny weather.

Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
Originally, there were five individuals, but one was unable to handle the situation.

So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
Therefore, now only four remain as the fifth person was unable to endure or keep up.

The number's even, now I'm leavin'.
With an even number, it is now my turn to depart or leave.

We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
We will not be captured or apprehended by a deceitful woman with a hair weave.

Her and the troops are right behind me.
She and her colleagues are in close pursuit, trailing closely behind me.

But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.
However, they are incredibly foolish, and their incompetence will prevent them from locating me.

One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Only one additional mile remains to traverse through the dimly lit streets.

Runnin' like a motherfucker on my own two feet.
Running with intense fervor using only my own physical capabilities.

But you know I never stumble or lag last.
However, be aware that I never falter or fall behind.

I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
I am nearly at my destination, therefore I must hasten my pace significantly.

Tearin' up everything in sight.
Causing destruction and chaos in all that is within my field of vision.

It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
I am a slightly deranged individual, skillfully evading detection from the searching spotlight.

Now all that chasing shit is done and
Now all the relentless pursuit and chasing has come to an end and

Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with
The four individuals are becoming increasingly chaotic or unhinged while

A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Covering a distance of 100 miles through continuous running!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Cease the pursuit immediately!

Surprise, niggas!
Here is an unexpected event, my friends!