Notorious B. I. G. - Runnin' lyrics
rate me* apparently, uncensored versions exist, but my copy of oms is censored<br><br>One time, one time nigga one time! (where? )<br><br>Runnin' from the police (yeah I know what you mean)<br>No matter what I do, they got a nigga<br>Still runnin' from the police<br>(put them motherfuckin nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)<br><br>Verse one: dramacydal<br><br>I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble<br>Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles<br>For some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight<br>I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight<br>It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin g<br>A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me<br>With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece<br>Thug life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police*<br><br>Nigga, you know that's true<br>Catch a nigga like k-dog, chillin wit a crew<br>Every damn day parlay with my glass of re<br>The o.j. and it's all ok<br>To that fuckin fake *i shot*, got to play the man<br>Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand<br>Damn, I hope it don't spill<br>Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel<br><br>Still runnin' from the *police* I gets no sleep<br>I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo<br>But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, *trator* got a jeep<br>Like big mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards<br>So i, grabs my piece before I flee<br>And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me<br>Lick shots hits spots off on my piece<br>Cause a nigga like big mouth is through runnin' from the *police*<br><br>Interlude: don gargon ? ? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)<br><br>I bust off! what about the time they pull me from the bronco<br>Lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store<br>When a batty bwoy do it from the mob<br>Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best<br><br>Verse two: stretch, notorious b.i.g.<br><br>Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route<br>To, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game<br>The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane<br>On them suckers with my nigga biggie smalls causin ruckus<br><br>Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup<br>Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up<br>Choppin rocks overnight<br>The nigga biggie smalls tryin ta turn into the black frank white<br><br>And we got the workers choppin rock, benz by the flock<br>And we gettin it, the dirty *pigs* jealous so they sweatin it<br>I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke<br>And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide<br>We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, biggie pass the steel<br>Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal<br><br>We had to grow dreads to change our description<br>*tupac* on the milk box missin<br>Show they toes you know they got stepped on<br>A fist full of bullets a chest full of teflon<br>Run from the *police* picture that, nigga I'm too fat<br>I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)<br>That's why I bust back, it don't phase me<br>When he drop, take his glock, and I'm swayze<br>Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight<br>Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker<br><br>Interlude: don gargon ? ? (again this is a very rough guess)<br><br>Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice<br>They try to cock me, but them can't gun store<br>What about they come to hold up me north<br>Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best<br><br>Verse three: 2pac<br><br>They got me runnin' from the *four-five*<br>Duckin and dodgin in my survival<br>The benzo and I let off with my *nine milli*<br>I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex<br>Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next<br>Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price<br>He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life<br>Tell me is it me or my upbringin<br>I split that dove shit<br>Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your timberlands<br>On tight, cause I ain't givin up<br>I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night<br>I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch<br>They'll never catch me<br>Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch<br>Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend<br>Do thug niggas go to heaven? <br>I'm rollin with the thorough heads<br>We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo<br>I got no love for the *motherfuckers* I'm runnin' from the police<br><br>Outro: don gargon ? ? to fade
