[Verse 1: Rhymefest]

It's Chi town, don't get caught slippin'

Gangbangers can't aim straight, they keep missin'

Cops got chips on their shoulders, start dippin'

First round draft pick, high school to prison

Kids having kids, don't listen

Baby daddy's run out on 'em, we don't miss 'em

Crack, love, fiends and fiends be on mission

Thats why I keep the ghetto nigga mind set

That's why the ghetto got my back like the Heimlich

My name Che revolutionary Rhymefest

And I ain't gots to cook coke in the kitchen

Police everywhere like [?]

Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps

You guilty by association

Raise bail, don't give 'em no probation

No parole step on that nigga's soul

Let em' know the Devil in control

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[Hook: Samantha Ronson]

Hundred miles

Gotta keep on running

Can't stop to bleed

I can feel them coming

And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass

Man on the run

[Verse 2: Rhymefest]

The grind keeps on flippin'

Throw stacks off these tracks I keep pimpin'

Cold black serve these packs and keep pimpin'

Gangsters, [?] and Bloods my heat trippin'

Niggas viewing death as a lifestyle

Let's put it on wax and sell it to that white child

Even soft motherfuckers wanna fight now

While your little sister in the club strippin'

All a nigga wanna do is listen

The big rims spinnin' they spinnin' nigga they spinnin'

Grandma say that boy should stop sinnin'

He's so large he don't even like black women

Paparazzi shots could get old

You wreckin' with (break) that shit's cold

That white chick says you crooked

She wouldn't fuck it, a nigga took it

23 years in the D, they gonna throw away the keys, nigga

[Hook: Samantha Ronson]

Hundred miles

Gotta keep on running

Can't stop to bleed

I can feel them coming

And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass

Man on the run

[Verse 3: Rhymefest]

Yo, yo, yo

Chicago's like a video game when your face blows

They wanna send you off on extra hard hate mode

Rob you for your jewelry and pesos, Juan Pedro

You want my ring, nigga? Take a Halo

Fried rice, egg rolls, God rolled me for nine whole weeks

It's all I eat

At 35 imma die all angry

Producers thought that I was vegetarian the way I ate all they beats

I knew my time was comin'

I ain't gonna lie

I might be scared of Jason

But I ain't scared to die

When you see me poppin' Scarface

Know that my mind's playing tricks on me and I lost faith

I feel like a greyhound in a dog race

If we make it to the manor, my nig, we all straight

If you see me runnin' out of that bank it's all great

Meet me on 103rd, we all split cake

If you see me runnin' out of that dope house

That mean they probably sellin' to the kids and Nino Brown got smoked out

I don't really like to run so instead of lookin' at feet

You're starring down the barrel of a gun

Hop in the eleven hit the pedal with my son

Dances like the devil with the shovel when he comes

It's why I never settle for a little wooden crumbs

It's the streets that we run in the ghetto where I'm from, uh!

[Hook: Samantha Ronson]

Hundred miles

Gotta keep on running

Can't stop to bleed

I can feel them coming

And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass

Man on the run