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On The Run - Mac Dre



     
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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 if you Tommy's inside
Chasin' cases got that badge and know you runnin' the place
But that ain't nar' a fuckin' reason, 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've 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
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
No, 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
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 ligaments, 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 block out 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

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Andre Hicks (July 5, 1970 - November 1, 2004), better known by his stage name, Mac Dre, was a Bay Area based gangsta rapper from the Crest side of Vallejo, California and considered one of the predecessors of the hyphy movement. During his career in the rap world, he worked with artists like Andre Nickatina, Yukmouth, Snoop Dogg, Mac Mall, Dubee and Keak Da Sneak.

Career

Mac Dre's music gained popularity in the early to mid 1990s throughout the Bay Area, eventually receiving national recognition through his independent record labels Romp and Thizz Entertainment. He released many hit singles, such as "Too Hard for the Radio", and most recently "Feelin' Myself". He was the creator of the "Thizzle Dance", a popular dance which holds no specific standard. Hardship and controversy were staples of Mac Dre's career. After recording his first three albums between 1989 and 1991, Mac was charged with conspiracy to commit bank robbery. His record label, Romp Productions, and his many references to "Romper Room" in his songs, coincided with a Vallejo robbery gang of the time calling themselves the "Romper Room Gang" and responsible for the robberies of many area banks and pizza parlours. Hicks was alleged to be a member of the gang. The rapper was sentenced to five years in prison in 1992.

In prison, Hicks gained some notoriety by recording the lyrics to songs directly over the Fresno County jail inmate telephone. His album, Young Black Brotha, was a result of such efforts, as well as guest appearances on fellow artists' songs, all while Hicks was still imprisoned. A later album, Back 'N Da Hood, was also made up of these prison-recorded songs.

After his release from prison in 1996, Mac Dre began releasing albums steadily, building pace in the early 21st century. Mac Dre's audience was growing, and mainstream hip-hop stations were beginning to give Hicks' music more airtime. Hicks relocated to Sacramento, California in 2001, where he began a label, Thizz Entertainment.

Death

On November 1, 2004, Mac Dre was shot to death while returning to his hotel after a performance in Kansas city. A car pulled up next to the white van carrying Dre along with other Thizz artists. Whether words where exchanged or not, the ordeal ended in the bloodshed of a bay area rap legend. The van swerved off the road and into a ravine where it ran into a tree. Word is that Dre was thrown from the van, but officials say they found him in the front seat, dead on arrival. Some believe that Mac Dre's killer was Kansas City rapper Anthony "Fat Tone" Watkins. In 2005 Watkins was murdered, allegedly by Bay Area rapper Mac Minister. In March 2006, Mac Minister was arrested by FBI officials.


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