Buju Banton - Runnin' (From Tha Police) Lyrics
(feat. 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Yaki Kadafi, Stretch)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 niggaStill runnin' from the police(Put them mother*****in Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)[Young Hollywood:]I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some troubleLickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddlesFor some ridah delight, now we in a gunfightI can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonightIt's on me, but if I die bury me a mother*****in GA open casket on them bastards so they all remember meWith my vest on my chest, my tools and my pieceThug Life mother*****er gotta me runnin' from the police[K-Dogg:]Nigga, you know that's trueCatch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crewEvery damn day parlay with my glass of ReThe O.J. and it's all OK'til that *****in fake cop got to play the manRan me down the block with my glass in my handDamn, I hope it don't spillNigga chill, shit is real ***** back my steel[Big Malcolm:]Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleepI got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indoBut I ain't no mother*****in track star, pig's got a JeepLike Big Mouth, runnin through mother*****er's backyardsSo I, grabs my piece before I fleeAnd instead of me runnin', these *****es is runnin' from meLick shots hits spots off on my pieceCause 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 BroncoLay, they tried to ***** me, but them can't gun storeWhen a batty bwoy do it from the mobAhh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squadLook around, look around, punk policeWhile gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy testLook around, look around, punk policeMe hafta blast back, cause de blast is best[Stretch:]Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked routeTo, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the gameThe insane brain, cold gettin fly like a planeOn them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus[Notorious B.I.G.:]Check it, I grew up a *****in screw-upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and *****in blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White[Stretch:]And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flockAnd we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin itI'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no jokeAnd provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slideWe keepin it real, ***** how you feel, Biggie pass the steelLet's serve these mother*****ers slugs as a *****in meal[Notorious B.I.G.:]We had to grow dreads to change our descriptionTwo cops is on the milk box missinShow they toes you know they got stepped onA fist full of bullets a chest full of TeflonRun from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fatI ***** around and catch a asthma attack [heavy breathing]That's why I bust back, it don't phase meWhen he drop, take his glock, and I'm SwayzeCelebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weightLaid back, I got some money to make, mother*****er[Interlude: Buju Banton]Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-liceThey try to ***** me, but them can't gun storeWhat about they come to hold up me NorthPulled up the park, I left school and left buckLook around, look around, punk policeWas about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop meLook around, look around, punk policeMe haf to blast back, cause blast back best[2Pac:]They got me runnin' from the five-ohDuckin and dodgin in my survivalThe Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoeI'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sexCause in my mind all I wonder is who's nextNigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the priceHe did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple lifeTell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shitNigga mother***** singin, I hope you got your TimberlandsOn tight, cause I ain't givin upI'd rather duck these mother*****ers all nightI'm runnin' through the projects, beyotchThey'll never catch meCause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotchDon't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legendDo Thug Niggas go to heaven?I'm rollin with the thorough headsWe gettin ghost on them hoes and yoI got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police[Outro: Buju Banton to fade]
