text: One time, one time, nigga, one time!
  Runnin from the police
  No matter what I do, they got a nigga
  Still runnin from the police
  I aint got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
  Licking shots to they block, leavin bloody blood puddles
  For some ridahs delight, now we in a gunfight
  I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
  Its on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G
  A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
  With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
  Thug life motherfucker, got me runnin from the police
  They got me runnin from the police
  Nigga, you know thats true
  Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
  Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
  The O.J. and its all okay
  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 dont spill
  Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel
  Still runnin from the police, I gets no sleep
  I got you peepin in my window, while Im smokin indo
  But I aint no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep
  Like Big Malcolm, runnin through motherfuckers backyards
  So I grabs my piece before I flee
  And instead of me runnin, these bitches is runnin from me
  Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece
  Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin from the police
  Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
  They try to cock me, but them cant 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 po-lice
  Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
  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 nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
  Check it, I grew up, a fuckin screw-up
  Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
  Choppin rocks overnight
  The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White
  And we got the workers choppin rock, fiends by the flock
  And we gettin it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin it
  Im lettin off smoke, hope they dont play me for no joke
  And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
  We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
  Lets 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, nigga, Im too fat
  I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
  Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
  Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
  Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
  Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
  They try to cock me, but them cant 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 po-lice
  Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
  But still Im havin memories of high speed when the cops crashed
  As I laugh, pushin the gas when my Glocks blast
  We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
  In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
  Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
  No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
  Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
  A couple of movies, now the whole worlds tryna screw me
  Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
  But stay true, sippin 22s of brew
  And now media is tryna test me
  Got the press askin questions, tryna stress me
  Misery is all I see, thats my mind state
  My history with the police will shake the crime rate
  My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
  He screamed Thug Life! and emptied the clip
  Got tired of runnin from the police
  Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
  They try to cock me, but them cant 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 po-lice
  Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me
  Look around, look around, punk police
  Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me