Текст песни Running - 2Pac , The Notorious B.I.G.
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Runnin'
(From
Tha
Police)
2Pac
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
motherfucking
Nike's
on
tight
and
get
ghost
y'all)
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
motherfucking
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,
got
me
runnin'
from
the
police
Nigga,
you
know
that's
true
Catch
a
nigga
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
fuckin'
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
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
motherfucking
track
star,
pigs
got
a
jeep
Like
Big
Malcolm,
runnin'
through
motherfucker's
backyards
So
I
grabs
my
piece
before
I
flee
And
instead
of
me
runnin',
these
bitches
is
runnin'
from
me
Lick
shots,
hit
spots
off
on
my
piece
Cause
a
nigga
like
Big
Malcolm
is
through
runnin'
from
the
police
Now
it's
war,
me
trying
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
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
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'
screw-up
Got
introduced
to
the
game,
got
a
ounce
and
fuckin'
blew
up
Choppin'
rocks
overnight
The
nigga
Biggie
Smalls
tryin'
to
turn
into
the
black
Frank
White
And
we
got
the
workers
choppin'
rock,
Benz
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,
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
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,
nigga,
I'm
too
fat
I
fuck
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,
motherfucker
They
got
me
runnin'
from
the
five-o
Duckin'
and
dodgin'
in
my
survival
The
Benzo
and
I
let
off
with
my
nine,
ho
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
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
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,
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
niggas
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
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