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 nigga
  still runnin' from the police
  (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
  
  Verse One: Dramacydal
  
  I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
  Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
  for some ridah 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 motherfuckin G
  A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
  With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
  Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police*
  
  Nigga, you know that's true
  Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
  Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
  The O.J. and it's all OK
  To that fuckin fake *I shot*, got to play the man
  Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
  Damn, I hope it don't spill
  Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
  
  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 motherfuckin track star, *Trator* got a Jeep
  Like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards
  So I, grabs my piece before I flee
  And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
  Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
  Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the *police*
  
  Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)
  
  I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
  lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
  When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
  Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
  Look around, look around, punk police
  While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
  
  Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.
  
  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 nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
  
  Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
  Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
  Choppin rocks overnight
  The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
  
  And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
  And we gettin it, the dirty *pigs* 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, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
  Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
  
  We had to grow dreads to change our description
  *Tupac* 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, nigga I'm too fat
  I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
  That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
  When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
  Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
  Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
  
  Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)
  
  Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
  They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
  What about they come to hold up me North
  Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
  
  Verse Three: 2Pac
  
  They got me runnin' from the *four-five*
  duckin and dodgin in my survival
  The Benzo and I let off with my *nine milli*
  I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
  Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
  Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
  He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
  Tell me is it me or my upbringin
  I split that dove shit
  Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
  on tight, cause I ain't givin up
  I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
  I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
  They'll never catch me
  Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch
  Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
  Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
  I'm rollin with the thorough heads
  We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
  I got no love for the *motherfuckers* I'm runnin' from the police
  
  Outro: Don Gargon ?? to fade