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Lyrics

Q.U. -- Hectic (Mobb Deep)

[Havoc] ** it kid, whattup Queens in this mother**er
(Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
[Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup
[Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
(Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?)
[Ty] Whattup whattup?
[Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin!)
[Ty] I don't know (damn!)
[Ty] I think Twins laid up
[Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee
Son I want two Henessee's yo!
Straight yo, word up man!
*chaos*
Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, ** you!
What? What the **, what?
Think they killers or somethin man
Ay ** you money, whattup kid
*more chaos*

[Prodigy]
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens mother**er carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X)

[Havoc]
As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then mother**er get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me
That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

[Prodigy]
Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X)

[Prodigy]
Everything is real inside my mind; these days
you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given
But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping
Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky
Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
My man Havoc put the bug in my ear
On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
Real like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
[It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to
Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain't the game that it seems to be
** a fantasy I'm leaving in reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation

Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up
Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up kid
The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!)
And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid
Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH
KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH

To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the
slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

I Got Love (Remix) (Nate Dogg)


Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)

I got love
(Yeah for all y'all unaware)
(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous
(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)
Gang-sta Nate
(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
(Doin what we wanna...)
Young Got-ti

[Fabolous]
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's
Hit three fo' clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Don't speak, the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's
Don't know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green
For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider
You lookin at a "coast to coast G"
I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely
We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside
Please believe it, believe it please
You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's

[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me
I got love
I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree
Down with the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me

[Kurupt]
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)
Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept it
You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby
Got 'em loungin in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers! (I got love)
And all the homies round up, throw the pound up
Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)
Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me
Alive to tell this story, and I
And who am I, be the agostra Gotti
Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers

[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
She can't hang
She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey
Just in-case
Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get clever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more
I'll leave the heffer down in the street

[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
(I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin
Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin contenders
(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original
more lyrical, plus dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when I'm finished
(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!

[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got game cuz, the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me

Lustmord & Wargasm (The Lick Of Carnivorous Winds) (Cradle Of Filth)

An Archangel in bondage,
Bediademed, sold
With a murder of ravens,
But no less Astarte to behold.
Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark & past,
Cast her dispersions on life's brittle glass.

And though her eyes still held fire
as stone walls caged the Beast,
'Gainst the lassitudes of death
she fought but failed to greet.

Midst lies in collusion
She was matyred to teach that:
(girl) "Divinity & Lust are forever forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace.
Twixt her cold silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in -
Flames...

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
That obsesses my heart
I am convened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve prophecies
Of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying over carrious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation

Oh how they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war....

Scar-riddled safron eaves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A sycophant, the despoiler of faith
Now his skinless crucifixion needs a winged diocese...

For her interred I tore a battle banner from His side,
Splashed in red goetia,
Hues of hell & deicide

Here comes the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Dark seeds in fruition
Darkened deeds to marry mine

(girl) "In death's bed I have lain
paying lip service to shame,
but for dreaming of thee I regain
I reason to seek life again."

And we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin.
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds...

The breath of destruction begins...
By forcing its Herod tongue in...
To.. The womb of the Holy Virgin...
To taste of Immaculate
Sin

From temptation's peak we will see world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time will stalk mankind,
Shall be as one in grim repast...

Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
The crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep.
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memory of a
Scream...

And we shall dance amid the ruins
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval.

If all must we damn for this moment that it shall be so.
Both our souls have crossed oceans of time
To grasp one another more tightly than death could alone

As Zyklon beasts reign to make carrion crawl...
Their talons of lust rake a clarion
Call...

To the lick of carnivorous winds...

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
That obsesses my heart
I am convened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve prophecies
Of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying over carrious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation.

*******************
*******************
(anyone who knows these last lines, please email me)

Universal Flood (Autumn Leaves)

Gazing obsessed into the sky
The blue gate turns black
Watching dark clouds float by
As the memory appears
Of the planets so distant and vast

As a sign from those to the earth
An object of once burning stones
Makes us wonder in eternity
Of our mysterious origin

A sight of beauty high above
Merely for us to see
All of it not ever to discover
Only in our imagination

The morning bestial sunlight
Makes my eyes water in blood
Feeling within my systems
The universal flood

Andere Mütter (Sportfreunde Stiller)

War ich zu nett oder haben wir nur nicht zusammen gepasst?
Ich kam mir nur noch vor wie ein ungebetener Gast
bitte sag mir woran ich bin ich weiß werder ein noch aus
meine Freunde sagen zu mir "Geh doch mal wieder raus!"


Andere Mütter haben auch schöne Töchter doch es gibt nur eine die ich will
für die Töchter der anderen Mütter fehlt mir dass Gefühl

Warum eigentlich, ich hab doch für dich immer alles getan
erzählst du mir jetzt dass wir nicht mehr sind, sonder dass wir waren
kannst du mir bitte erklären woran es lag
meine freunde sagen zu mir "Steh doch mal wieder auf heut ist ein schöner Tag!"


Andere Mütter haben auch schöne Töchter doch es gibt nur eine die ich will
für die Töchter der anderen Mütter fehlt mir dass Gefühl

Andere Mütter haben auch schöne Töchter doch es gibt nur eine die ich will
auch für die Mütterr der anderen Töchter fehlt mir dass Gefühl


Ich zieh meinen schluss und denke zurück an den letzten kuss
ich rede mir ein es soll wohl so sein


Andere Mütter haben auch schöne Töchter doch es gibt nur eine die ich will
für die Töchter der anderen Mütter fehlt mir dass Gefühl

Andere Mütter haben auch schöne Töchter doch es gibt nur eine die ich will
für die Töchter der anderen Mütter fehlt mir dass Gefühl

Chosen (Arena)

Take a leap of faith if you want to find out!
We live amongst you
In the guise of the mortal men
You'll never see us in the crowd
We only look towards
What purpose we've been sent
And wait until the time is now

Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
Better hold on tight if you want to know how
Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
You have been chosen!

Imagine you can tell us all apart
From prophecy or old wives tales
Or from the warnings of a singular birthmark
But these are merely all false trails

Wisdom spat from the whirling chair
Shaking the bars when they stop and stare at me

Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
Better hold on tight if you want to know how
Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
You have been chosen....Now!

The faceless followers knelt in prayer
Near Whited sepulchres and lightly coded software

Freedom of speech - But we have no voice
Freedom of spirit - But we have no choice
Given no help - To meet these demands
Given no help - It's out of our hands

Never turn around never look behind
Got to turn the water into wine

Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
Better hold on tight if you want to know how
Take a leap of faith if you want to find out
You have been chosen....Now!

Indifferent Suns (Dark Tranquility)

and although it can be argued
whether time will ever come to end
there is an overcoming sense of failing
if you never can see the end
in the giving of our hope eternal
we stumble blindly and forget the way
is there ever time for answers
when the world comes tumbling down

all along we keep staring at the sun
closing our minds
saying we're the ones
all along we keep staring at the sun
blind to see it when the day will come

and even if in days of wonders
a glance that may stray from the fold
cast aside in the spirit of ignorance
a mere nuisance when it?s time to pay
come undone now the strive and the passion
giving under to the forces that be
can you even think of questions
when the world comes tumbling down
we shut our eyes and turn away

all along we keep staring at the sun
closing our minds
saying we're the ones
all along we keep staring at the sun
blind to see it when the day will come

Billy lag te Slapen (Gorki)

Billy lag te slapen
Hij was moe maar tevreden
want hij was pas klaargekomen
in het bed van zijn vader

De wereld ging ten onder
En alles was verloren
En de put was gedolven
En de kat was verdronken
Billy lag te slapen
Hij was bijna tevreden
Billy lag te slapen
Hij was bijna tevreden

100 Miles and Runnin' (N.W.A.)

Intro:

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

"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're 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 muther**er and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a **.
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.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther**ers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didn't stutter when I said "** Tha Police".
'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
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 muther**in' 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 muther**in' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So ** the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any muther**er that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.

[Eazy E]
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' muther**er that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my muther**in' mind.
Runnin' like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the ** out.
>From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'...

Interlude:

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're 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 I'm gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my "** Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole **in' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'mma run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's 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 muther**er's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so **in' stupid, they'll never find me.

[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a muther**er on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy muther**er dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four muther**ers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!

Outro:

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


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Suryle Geet.




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