Runnin On E Lyrics

The song Runnin On E is performed by 2Pac in the album named Until The End Of Time in the year 2001 .

If you were a bad boy then you die
West side outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f**ked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep

If you were a bad boy then you die
West side outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f**ked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep

I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires

My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted

Ever since mama got f**ked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the shit I speak

Once this shit drop it's heard on every f**kin' street
Like the sound of police who run the street really
And every hood let you grow
From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'

Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
You speak the big pus*y throw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Getting mine with nine coked extorting

Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin' out the chalk
You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'
Catch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station

Hit the hole like Allen Iver son with confidence
The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
After they made this punk fag motherf**ker bleed
All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action

Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f**kin' backwards
Little homies puttin' work for stripes
But is it worth your life a G-rides runnin' red lights
I wish somebody would have told me then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napoleon ain't no cell they can hold me in
Caucasian crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me

When they want the product nigga I got the smoke
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
What you working with I'm some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin' shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Life's hard from the ox me and my niggas on top

I know the law hate me dearly, they're comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, they're comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, they're comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, they're comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E

With the leaded Pac, f**k the law
Carry steal 'cause I live in the nigga side of the law
Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin'
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'
Ridin' high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing
Burpin' and smurkin' got on his knees before I grave 'em
Ride 'em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
At a stop light in a growin night, this motherf**kin' trick

Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
Damn, I guess this motherf**ker know that I sent it
Hit the pedal now we high speeding
With the metal trying to make these motherf**kers die freezing
Up the way I seen him slow down
Shit, I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down
Caught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me
They know they was f**kin' with me but they dumb to see

Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split 'em
Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with 'em
f**k 'em they phony claimin' they homies but the foes
Speakin' on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught
Did you cry when my girl died?

Put out the hit politic niggas worldwide grabbin' my d**k
I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm
Throwin' gas on my enemies watchin' them burn
Call my posse, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a pinata and party
His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'

Runnin' on E
Stay thugged out keep it movin'
Runnin' on E
Runnin' on E
Runnin' on E

2Pac - Until The End Of Time

Mar 2001

Runnin On E