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Yaki Kadafi

"Runnin' (From Tha Police)"

[Intro]
[Stretch:] One time, one time, n*gga, one time! (Where?)

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

[Verse 1: Dramacydal]

[Young Hollywood]
I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble
Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles
For some ridah's 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 motherf*cking G
A open casket on them bast*rds so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherf*cker, got me runnin' from the police

[K-Dogg]
n*gga, you know that's true
Catch a n*gga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all okay
To that f*ckin' 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
n*gga chill, sh*t is real, c*ck 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 motherf*cking track star, pigs got a jeep
Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherf*cker's backyards
So I grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these b*tches is runnin' from me
Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece
Cause a n*gga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to c*ck me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me

[Verse 2]
[Stretch]
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 n*gga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up, a f*ckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f*ckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The n*gga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White

[Stretch]
And we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock
And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is 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, f*ck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherf*ckers, slugs as a f*ckin' meal

[The 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, n*gga, I'm too fat
I f*ck 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
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherf*cker

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to c*ck me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
They got me runnin' from the five-o
Duckin' and dodgin' and my survival
Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
I'm movin' swifter than the next n*gga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
n*gga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin'
I spit that thug sh*t
n*gga, motherf*ck singin'
I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
Cause I ain't givin' up
I'd rather duck these motherf*ckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me
I'm a legend
Do thug n*ggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz
We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-o
I'm runnin' from the police

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to c*ck me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me

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