The Notorious B.I.G. – Runnin' lyrics

Means* part that would be censored One

time one, time n anusone time (Where! )?Runnin'

from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No
matter what I do they, got a n anusStill
runnin' from the police (Put
them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) Verse

One Dramacydal: I

ain't got nuttin on my mind but, gettin in some trouble Lickin
shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles For
some ridah delight now, we in a gunfight I
can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's
on me but, if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A
open casket on them b s******so they all remember me With
my vest on my chest my, tools and my piece Thug
Life m r**********gotta me runnin' from the police *N*

anusyou, know that's true Catch
a n anuslike K-Dog chillin, wit a crew Every
damn day parlay with my glass of Re The
O J. And. it's all ok To
that fuckin fake cop *got*, to play the man Ran
me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn
I, hope it don't spill N
anuschill s, titis real c backunt my steel Still

runnin' from the police *I* gets no sleep I
got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But
I ain't no motherfuckin track star Pigs, *got* a Jeep Like
Big Mouth runnin, through motherfuckers backyards So
I grabs, my piece before I flee And
instead of me runnin' these, b s*****is runnin' from me Lick
shots hits spots off on my piece Cause
a n anuslike Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police *Interlude*

Don: Gargon (some?? ragga toaster this, is a very rough guess) I

bust off What! about the time me running from the punk police They
tried to c me*** but, them can't gun store When
a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh
pull, up your pants then you s wankan left squad Look
around look, around punk, police While
run as fast as you can but you can't catch me Look
around look, around punk, police Me
hafta blast back cause, they blast at me Verse

Two Stretch: Notorious, B I. G. Yo.

I was schemin, and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route To
ghetto, fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The
insane brain cold, gettin fly like a plane On
them suckers with my n anusBiggie Smalls causin ruckus Check

it I, grew up a fuckin screwup Got
introduced to the game got, a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin
rocks overnight The
n anusBiggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White And

we got the workers choppin rock Benz, by the flock And
we gettin it the, dirty cop *is* jealous so they sweatin it I'm
lettin off smoke hope, they don't play me for no joke And
provoke the homicide so, just let the drama slide We
keepin it real f, k**how you feel Biggie, pass the steel Let's
serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal We

had to grow dreads to change our description Two
*cops is* on the milk box missin Show
they toes you know they got stepped on A
fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run
from the police *picture* that n, anusI'm too fat I
f k**around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing) That's
why I bust back it, don't phase me When
he drop take, his glock and, I'm Swayze Summer
break my, escape sold, the glock bought, some weight Laid
back I, got some money to make m, r**********Interlude

Don: Gargon (again?? this is a very rough guess) Now

it's war me, tryin to sell runnin, from the punk po-lice They
try to c me*** but, them can't gun store What
about they come to hold up me North Pulled
up the park I, left school and lets buck Look
around look, around punk, police Run
as fast as you can but you can't catch me Look
around look, around punk, police Me
haf to blast back cause, they blast at me Verse

Three 2Pac: They

got me runnin' from the five-o *Duckin*
and dodgin in my survival The
Benzo and I let off with my nine *ho I'm*
movin swifter than the next n anusno, time for s Cause**
in my mind all I wonder is who's next N
anusmy, homey slipped and now he pays the price He
did a driveby sixteen, now, he's doin triple life Tell
me is it me or my upbringin I
spit that thug s titN
anusMoth kuntitsingin I, hope you got your Timberlands On
tight cause, I ain't givin up I'd
rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm
runnin' through the projects beyotch, They'll
never catch me Cause
I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the sneotch, Don't
say you never heard of me til, they murder me I'm, a legend Do
Thug n s****go to heaven I'm?
rollin with the thorough heads We
gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I
got no love for the five-o *I'm* runnin' from the police Outro

Don: Gargon To?? fade