We haven't spotted them yet, but they're somewhere in Indian Specificity. MC Renner hold the gun and you want me to kill the mothafucka and it's done and since I'm stereotyped to kill the destructors one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good, cause I'm first with my hands on the hot hood. I'm getting jacked by the you know who, when in the black and white their capacity is two. But not alone with three more brothers, I mean street brothers not wearing my dice, because we're not stupid motherfuckas. They have to take our heads for what we said in the past, and point blank niggas kiss my black ass. I didn't stutter when I said fuck the 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 niggas don't mix up. Now I'm creeping through the fog, running like a G, but see I'm got a slight jaw. So from now back to gunning, hold it in the end, cause MC Renner has a hundred miles of running. Running, running, running. In today's news, 4Fusion is on the run. FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their home base in Compton. Make me a motherfucking nigga, so I can tell you why. Running with my brothers, headed for the home base. With a steady face on the face, the jets reach race. The road ahead goes on and on. This shit is getting longer than a motherfucking marathon. Running on, but never running out. Stand by. And if I get tired, I can still try out a hitchhiker. If that's what I gotta do. But nobody's picking up a nigga with a attitude confused. Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nothing to lose. One of the few that's been accused and abused of the crime of poisoning young minds. But you don't know shit, till you've been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the CBT. Dropping some shit that's D-O-P-E. So fuck the B-O-L-I-C. And any motherfucker that disagrees. Stuffing, running hard, hauling ass. And stopping a nigga known for having a notorious past. My mind was slick, but dripping was too quick. Now the FBI's all over the shit. Got the sick game running since they fired the gun and started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the starting block. A hundred miles from home and yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprint motherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to the Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the federal pen. Cause niggas been running since the beginning of time. Taking a minute to tell you what's on my motherfucking mind. Running like I just don't care. Compton, 50 miles, no joke, I'ma get there. Arch in my back and on a straight route. Just like Carl Lewis, I'm balling the fuck out. From city to city, I'm a menace as I pass by. Ripping up shit just so you can remember. I'm a straight up nigga that's done and done it. And coming straight at your ass. A hundred miles and running, running, running, running. This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you. Run, run, run, baby. Run, run. Good luck, brother. Running like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news, but I hate to be abused. I knew it was a setup, so now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I got 10,000 niggas strong. And got everybody singing my fucking police song. And why they treat my group like dirt. That whole fucking family is wearing our T-shirts. So I'ma run till I can't run no more. Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got an urge to kick down doors with my grave like a slave. Even if the rain pours. Clouds are dark and brothers are high. Dick tickling, the slutty motherfuckers are right. Started with five, but y'all wouldn't take it. So now it's four, cause the fifth couldn't make it. The numbers even, now I'm leaving. But never getting too far, bitch, when I'm weaving. Hundred troops are right behind me. But that's no fucking stupid, they'll never find me. One more mile to go through the dark streets. Running like a motherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home, so I better haul ass. Tying up everything in sight. It's a little crazy, motherfucker, dodging the searchlight. Now all that chasing shit is done in four. Motherfuckers going crazy with a hundred miles of run. Run, run, run, run. Run, run, run, run. Run, run, run, run. Run, run, run, run. Stop, stop, stop, stop. Surprise, niggas.