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And why do we call ourselves...

... niggas for life? 'Cause if we die we're still goan be some dead niggas.

A hundred miles and runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and you want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct, it's one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good, gettin' frisked with my hands on a hot hood. 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. Not wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past, point blank: they can 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 niggers don't mix, so, now I'm creepin' through the fog. 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 hundred miles of runnin'...