No crooked cops  pass my pocket or my peoples cause they evil to my people
 Fuck procedure  hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure
 Banged before  ain't forgettin  go 'head start  all your crap
 and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven
 Routine stops  how often? Tri day before last week (word?)
 Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets
 Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga
 Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got
 My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde
 If that was then there'll be no Texas with you Tommy's inside
 Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place
 But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face
 And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie (go jerk off)
 Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit
 Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
 You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one!

 [Vinnie]
 Hardcore on my block just because I'm black
 Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car
 Well motherfucker I'm not knowin what they put in yo' ear
 The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
 I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
 by slangin records by the millions, what you question me fo'?
 Runnin my plates, registration, and insurance thus far
 L-X fo'-seventy's my COMPANY car
 So next time you think about, pullin over Uncle Vinnie
 I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin city

 [Treach]
 Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
 You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one!

 So you won't, give the Illy nones
 Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge
 Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club
 Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya
 Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer
 To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
 Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit
 To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
 that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit
 Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
 but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
 The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too
 Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?
 I got somethin for those droppin a loss
 And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car
 Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
 You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run
 I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
 We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one