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
  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 police
  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 police
  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
  They got me runnin from the five-o
  Duckin and dodgin and my survival
  Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
  Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
  Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next
  Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
  He did a drive-by, sixteen, now hes doin triple life
  Tell me is it me or my upbringin
  I spit that thug shit
  Nigga, motherfuck singin
  I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
  Cause I aint givin up
  Id rather duck these motherfuckers all night
  Im runnin through the projects, biatch
  Theyll never catch me
  Cause Im loced and trigger happy on the, sniatch
  Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me
  Im a legend
  Do thug niggas go to heaven?
  Im rollin with the Thoro Headz
  We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
  I got no love for the five-o
  Im 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