Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin On E, artist - 2Pac. Album song Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment
Song language: English
Runnin On E |
Yo, what’s up |
The police comin' on, oh shit! |
Get out of there. |
Fatal, Outlawz I wanna up out this motherfucker |
Gon' pass it |
Ain’t get me up but fuck that |
This Outlaw nigga |
If you a bad boy then you die |
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high |
They fucked up when the rob me |
Put another contract on Mobb Deep |
If you a bad boy then you die |
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high |
They fucked up when the rob me |
Put another contract on Mobb Deep |
I focus my locus thought on the enemies |
Sip off the Hennessy, it’s necessary to finish me |
I’m antisocial immortal, when it comes to the phone book |
Jersey them niggas down, they won’t broke 'em 'til it’s time to smoke 'em |
Hussein the terrorist |
Dig they think I’m crazy and |
And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist |
Rapid fire I clap and hire 'til you die a liar |
Strap in the city 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 |
Military camaraderie, outlaw 'til they body me |
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy |
Mobb 6 feet deep, you try to bust me 'til 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 |
Now ever since momma got fucked and papa ducked out |
Look at us, murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house |
Similar to savages, 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 fuckin' street |
Like the sound of police |
Who run the streets really? |
In every hood legends grow |
From the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O' |
And though, Congress, don’t want us to progress, we strapped |
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death |
His last breath, a lesson I possess like jewels |
Stay thugged out keep it movin' |
Hey where that nigga |
Halfway thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streets |
Sort of like and narcotics when they walk the beat |
You speak the beef pussy draw down and drop it |
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket |
Gettin' mines with nine cocked extortin' |
Blocks pop with 22's in my socks with the butt hangin' out the chocolate |
You never seen time I travel across dream crime |
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded with 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 Iverson with confidence |
No finger prints 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 motherfucker bleed |
Money was bloody as shit, y’all niggas shoulda seen it |
Bust a cap and freak with, bowin' on your knees shit |
The Glock to your head nigga, don’t make no somethin' action |
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, dump fuckin' backwards |
Little homies puttin' work for stripes |
But is it worth your life and g-rides runnin' red lights |
I wish somebody would have t old me then |
Since I’m an outlaw like Napoleon ain’t no cell they can hold me in |
Or cage me in, crazy like Arabians |
Hold this spot like them niggas on Fabian |
Havin' the fiend page me (page me) |
When they want the product, nigga I got to smoke |
Got this weed and the coke what you need what you want |
What you workin' with? |
I’m on some immortal shit |
Outlawz we straight hurtin' shit, use artillery to murder with |
Put on the block gangsta party and like 'Pac |
Life’s hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (party) |
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me |
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E |
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me |
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E |
I know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me |
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E |
I know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me |
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E |
With my Glock, quick to let it pop, fuck the law |
Carry steel cause I live on 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, blazin', kryptonite got a nigga dazin' |
Burpin' and smurkin' got on enemies before I grave 'em |
Ride 'em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped |
Had to stop light in a slowly night, this motherfuckin' trick |
Slide over so I can dump and put it in em |
Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it |
Hit the pedal now we high speedin' |
With the metal tryin' to make these motherfuckers die speedin' |
Up the way I seen him slow down |
Shit! |
I think I done bucked these hoes down |
Caught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me |
They know they was fuckin' with me but they dumb to see |
Open up fire watch 'em expire when my shells split 'em |
Plus all them trick niggas basically can go to hell with 'em |
Fuck 'em they phony claimin' they homies but they foes |
Speakin' on thug niggas daily, while we nailin' they hoes |
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation |
Words are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation |
A crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught |
Out on bail, raised in hell, nigga fuck what you thought |
Did you cry when my girl died? |
Put out the hit, politic niggas worldwide, grabbin' my dick |
I’ll never learn, take away the pain with sherm |
Throwin' gas on my enemies watchin' 'em burn |
Kamikaze, I’m shootin' up the casket take the body |
Whip the corpse like a piñata and party |
His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels |
Stay thugged out keep it movin' |
Runnin' on E. |
Stay thugged out keep it movin' |
Runnin' on E |
One time, one time for the niggas that stayed down for us |
Runnin' on E |
Smif-n-Wessun the Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot, BDI, runnin' on E |
The Bootcamp Click |
What happened, that was it? |