[00:00.000] 作词 : Dr. Dre/MC Ren/Brian Holland/Cold 187 UM/Lamont Dozier/Eazy-E
[00:00.237] 作曲 : Dr. Dre/MC Ren/Brian Holland/Cold 187 UM/Lamont Dozier/Eazy-E
[00:00.474]And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'
[00:03.767]'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas
[00:24.471]"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
[00:27.427]"We haven't spotted them yet."
[00:28.573]"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
[00:32.026]A 100 Miles and Runnin'
[00:33.407]MC Ren, I hold the gun and
[00:34.705]You want me to kill a mother****er and it's done in
[00:36.776]Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
[00:39.061]Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ****
[00:41.261]Chances are usually not good
[00:43.239]Cause I'm frisked with my hands on a hot hood
[00:45.404]And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who
[00:46.932]When in a black and white the capacity is two
[00:49.602]We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers
[00:52.145]Now wearing medallions, cause we're not stupid, mother****ers
[00:54.331]They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
[00:56.639]Point blank - They can kiss my black azz
[00:58.614]I didn't stutter when I said "**** Tha Police"
[01:01.092]Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace
[01:03.072]Now it's broken and can't be fixed
[01:05.051]Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
[01:07.452]Now I'm creepin' through the fall
[01:09.537]Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all
[01:11.846]So for now pack the gun and
[01:13.547]Hold it in the air
[01:14.243]Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'...
[01:18.618]"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
[01:20.711]"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
[01:22.929]"100 miles to their homebase, Compton."
[01:24.953]Lend me a mother****ing ear
[01:26.046]So I can tell you why...
[01:26.989]Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase
[01:29.192]With a steady pace on the face that just we raced
[01:31.328]The road ahead goes on and on
[01:33.346]The shit is gettin' longer than the mother****ing marathon
[01:35.910]Runnin' on but never runnin' out
[01:37.630]Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out
[01:40.163]Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do
[01:42.125]But nobody's pickin' up a nigga Witta Attitude
[01:44.381]Confused...
[01:45.012]Yo, but Dre's a nigg with nuthin' to lose
[01:47.149]One of the few who's been accused and abused
[01:49.251]Of the crime of poisonin' young minds
[01:50.844]But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes
[01:53.335]And Dre is back from the C-P-T
[01:55.785]Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E
[01:57.895]So **** the P-O-L-I-C-E!
[02:00.180]And any mother****er that disagrees
[02:01.839]Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass
[02:03.867]Cause I been a nigga known for havin' a notorious past
[02:06.348]My mind was slick - my temper was too quick
[02:08.258]Now the FBI's all over my shit
[02:10.338]Got the stick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock
[02:12.629]That's when the E jumped off the startin' block
[02:14.813]A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch
[02:16.862]A little sprintin' muther****ers that they won't catch
[02:19.278]Yeah, back to Compton again
[02:21.164]Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
[02:23.229]Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time
[02:25.446]Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mother****ing mind
[02:28.500]Runnin' like I just don't care
[02:29.803]Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there
[02:32.134]Archin' my back and on a straight rough
[02:34.149]Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the **** out
[02:36.469]From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by
[02:38.673]Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
[02:40.856]A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
[02:43.037]Straight at yo ass
[02:44.197]A 100 Miles and Runnin'...
[02:47.773]This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton
[02:50.766]You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
[02:55.286]"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
[03:01.521]Good luck brothers
[03:02.831]Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose
[03:04.698]Show me on the news but I hate to be abused
[03:06.911]I know it was a set-up
[03:08.007]So now I'm gonna get up
[03:09.098]Even if the FBI wants me to shut up
[03:11.318]But I've got 10 000 niggas strong
[03:13.314]They got everybody singin' my '**** Tha Police' song
[03:15.649]And while they treat my group like dirt
[03:17.576]Their whole ****ing family is wearin' our T-shirts
[03:19.970]So I'mma run til I can't run no more
[03:22.160]Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score
[03:24.344]I got a urge to kick down doors
[03:26.232]At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls
[03:28.801]Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
[03:30.656]****-tricklin' at the sunny mother****ers are ridin'
[03:32.865]Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it
[03:35.187]So now there's four cause the fifth couldn't make it
[03:37.344]The number's even - now I'm leavin'
[03:39.153]We're never gettin' took by a nigga with a weave in
[03:41.721]Her and the troops are right behind me
[03:43.688]But they're so ****ing stupid, they'll never find me
[03:46.150]One more mile to go through the dark streets
[03:48.247]Runnin' like a mother****er on my own two feet
[03:50.453]But you know I never stumble or lag last
[03:52.688]I'm almost home so I better haul ass
[03:54.876]Tearin' up everything in sight
[03:56.730]It's a little crazy mother****er dodging the searchlight
[03:59.060]Now that chase, the shit, is done and
[04:00.904]Four mother****ers goin' crazy with
[04:02.738]A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
[04:31.890]Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
[04:34.184]Surprise, niggas!

作词 : Dr. Dre/MC Ren/Brian Holland/Cold 187 UM/Lamont Dozier/Eazy-E
作曲 : Dr. Dre/MC Ren/Brian Holland/Cold 187 UM/Lamont Dozier/Eazy-E
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas
"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"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 mother****er and it's done in
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ****
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
Now wearing medallions, cause we're not stupid, mother****ers
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
Point blank - They can kiss my black azz
I didn't stutter when I said "**** Tha 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 mother****ing ear
So I can tell you why...
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
The shit is gettin' longer than the mother****ing 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 nigg 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 C-P-T
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E
So **** the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mother****er that disagrees
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass
Cause I been a nigga known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my shit
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' muther****ers 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 mother****ing 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 **** 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 '**** Tha Police' song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole ****ing 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
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
****-tricklin' at the sunny mother****ers 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 nigga with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so ****ing stupid, they'll never find me
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a mother****er 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 mother****er dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mother****ers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!