Lyrics:

And why do we call ourself Niggaz 4 Life.
Cause if we die we still gon be some dead niggas.

You dont really think youre gonna get away, do you?
We havent spotted them yet.
But theyre somewhere in the immediate vicinity.

(MC Ren)
A 100 Miles and Runnin.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and its done in.
Since Im stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I dont give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
Cause I freeze 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.
Were not alone, were three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin my dyes, cause Im not stupid, mutherfuckers.
Theyre out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didnt stutter when I said Fuck Tha Police.
Cause its hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now its broken and cant be fixed.
Cause police and little black niggers dont mix so
Now Im creepin through the fall.
Runnin like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed yall.
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.

(Eazy E)
Lend me a mutherfuckin ear.
So I can tell you why...

(Dr. Dre)
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 mutherfuckin marathon.
Runnin on but never runnin out.
Stayin wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin if thats what it gotta do.
But nobodys pickin up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dres a nigga with nothin to lose.
One of the few whos been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin young minds.
But you dont know shit till you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin some shit thats D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin hard, hauling ass.
Cause Im a nigga known for havin a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBIs all over my dick.

(Eazy E)
Got us tick and runnin just to find the gun that started the clock.
Thats when the E jumped off the startin block.
A 100 Miles from home and, yo, its a long stretch.
A little sprintin mutherfucker that they wont catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, its either that or the Federal pen.
Cause niggas been runnin since beginning of time.
Takin a minute to tell you whats on my mutherfuckin mind.
Runnin like I just dont care.
Comptons 50 miles but, yo, Imma get there.
Archin my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis Im ballin the fuck out.
From city to city Im a menace as I pass by.
Rippin up shit just so you can remember Im
A straight up nigga thats done in, gunnin and comin
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin...

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
Youre almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide.
Good luck brothers.

(MC Ren)
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 Im gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But Ive got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin my Fuck Tha Police song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin family is wearin our T-shirts.
So Imma run till I cant run no more.
Cause its 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.

(Dr. Dre)
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin.
Dick-tricklin at the sunny mutherfuckers are ridin.
Started with five and, yo, one couldnt take it.
So now theres four cause the fifth couldnt make it.
The numbers even - now Im leavin.
Were never gettin took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But theyre so fuckin stupid, theyll never find me.

(Eazy E)
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
Im almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin up everything in sight.
Its a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!