Runnin On E
2Pac/Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes Lyrics
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If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
If you a bad boy then you die
They f***ed 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 n****s 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***ed 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 s*** I speak
Once this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in" 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 bugged when we stalk the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
You speak the big p**** 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 Iverson with confidence
The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed
After they made this punk fag motherf***er bleed
All the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***
The glock to your head n****, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards
Little homies puttin' work for stripes
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights
I wish somebody would have t old me then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
Caucasian crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me
When they want the product n**** I got the smoke
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
What you working with I'm some immortal s***
Outlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Life's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
With the leaded Pac, f*** the law
Carry steal 'cause I live in the n**** 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 n**** 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***en trick
Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
Damn, I guess this motherf***er know that I sent it
Hit the pedal now we high speeding
With the metal trying to make these motherf***ers die freezing
Up the way I seen him slow down
S***! 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***in" with me but they dumb to see
Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks and the b****es go to hell with em
F*** em they phony claimin' they homies but the foes
Speakin' on thug n****s 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 politc n****s worldwide grabbin' my dick
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'
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
"Runnin On E" is a collaborative track between 2Pac and The Outlawz (credited as Outlaw Immortalz) from their album "Still I Rise". The track was produced by Hussein Fatal and Johnny "J" and was released in 1999. The lyrics of the song are about the struggles of living life as a gangster, dealing with enemies, police, drugs, and death.
In the first verse, 2Pac talks about how if someone is a "bad boy," they will die. He then goes on to mention the Outlawz and how they get high when they ride. He talks about how someone messed up when they rob him and how he puts a contract on Mobb Deep. In the following verse, 2Pac claims that he is immortal and beyond the reach of his enemies. He mentions how people think he's crazy, and how they are trying to find him a therapist. He also talks about his enemies, who he calls out by name, and how he will kill them.
In the final verse, 2Pac mentions how he grew up in a drug house with no love. He references his criminal activities and his hatred for the police. He talks about the violence and chaos that comes with being a gangster and the revenge he seeks against his enemies. He also mentions his hatred for snitches and how he wishes he had known certain things before it was too late. The song ends with 2Pac repeating the phrase "If you a bad boy then you die," which emphasizes the overall message of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
If you a bad boy
If you are involved in criminal activities
then you die
you will face fatal consequences
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
When we, as members of the Westside outlawz, go out and commit crimes, it gives me a sense of exhilaration
They f***ed up when they rob me
The people who tried to rob me made a huge mistake
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
We need to hire someone to take care of Mobb Deep, our enemies
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
I constantly think about my enemies and strategize against them
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
Drinking Hennessey is a necessary part of my life, it helps me cope with my struggles
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
In the underworld, my reputation and influence are everlasting, especially when it comes to matters of betrayal
Jersey them n****s they think I'm crazy and creepy
People from Jersey perceive me as crazy and unsettling
And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist
At this moment, people are searching for a therapist to try and understand me
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
I rapidly shoot and hire hitmen until my enemies are dead or admit to being deceitful
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
I equip myself with weapons and drive to dangerous areas, ready to escape quickly if needed
My man define ya 357 anaconda
My associate carries a powerful and deadly firearm, a .357 Anaconda revolver
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
The threat of violence is significant enough to deeply concern your mother, and the ensuing chaos and conflict
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
I continuously engage in violent confrontations with Havoc, targeting Prodigy of Mobb Deep
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
Mobb Deep will be eliminated entirely, as they attempt to attack me until my demise
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
I assume you possess great skill and agility, similar to the movie character Chucky when he is at his best
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
The truth about his death is clear - who, what, when, and why he was murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
Your physical body will be harmed, and your ability to see clearly will be impaired
Ever since mama got f***ed and papa ducked out
Since my mother was mistreated sexually and my father abandoned us
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
We, violent criminals, demonstrate little love or compassion while conducting illegal activities
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Compared to savages, it is astonishing that we are able to survive and function
Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
We create chaos and destruction in our pursuit of money
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
People inquire about my style, which is similar to the way we show off our wealth
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
I am highly sought after and desired by the population, and people resort to murder in order to obtain what I have
Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
I exploit your vulnerabilities and seek revenge, fueled by deep emotions that refuse to subside
Criminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets
I give orders to my criminal associates even from afar, bringing conflict and war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the s*** I speak
Instead of fearing me personally, you should fear the things I say and the power behind my words
Once this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in' street
When this record is released, it will be heard on every street, reaching a wide audience
Like the sound of police who run the street really
Similar to the sound of police sirens that dominate the streets, I have a strong presence and control
And every hood let you grow
No matter which neighborhood you come from, they will allow you to flourish and establish yourself
From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
From the hustlers in Harlem to the powerful individuals leading the criminal activities in Oakland
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
Even though Congress and the authorities don't want us to succeed and move forward
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
My friend was buried at a young age because his involvement in hustling and illegal activities led to his demise
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
I hold onto his final moments, turning them into valuable lessons
Stay thugged out keep it movin'
Continue living a criminal lifestyle and never stop
Halfway thugs are bugged when we stalk the streets
People who only pretend to be thugs are bothered when we roam the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
Similar to thugs and drug dealers, we command the streets when we walk around
You speak the big p**** throw down and drop it
If you pretend to be tough, prove it by engaging in a physical confrontation
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
I will shoot you six times, asserting my dominance, and casually discard the bullet casings
Getting mine with nine coked extorting
I acquire things for myself using a 9mm gun and by extorting others
Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin' out the chalk
I shoot at my enemies with .22 caliber handguns, sometimes hiding them in my socks
You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
You have never witnessed the extent of my criminal activities, as I move between different crime scenes
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
My criminal activities bring in large amounts of money, just like stacks of cash covered in a slimy substance
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'
Once my enemies are eliminated, I celebrate by drinking Hennessy straight without dilution
Catch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station
I will commit murder discreetly, as if I were a Haitian with no connection to the crime, and be gone before the authorities arrive
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
I will enter dangerous situations with the same confidence and skill as basketball player Allen Iverson
The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
Just because I am more well-known does not equate to there being any proof or evidence of my involvement in a crime
At the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed
During the crime, multiple individuals will suffer injuries
After they made this punk fag motherf***er bleed
Once this person, who is weak and insulting, is injured and bleeding
All the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it
All the money obtained through criminal activities was covered in blood, and it would be shocking for you to witness
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***
I will shoot a gun and cause panic, making you submit and beg for mercy
The glock to your head n****, don't let inside action
I will threaten you with a gun to your head, so you better not make any sudden movements
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards
When he fired the gun, he inadvertently hit innocent people due to his lack of skill or accuracy
Little homies puttin' work for stripes
Young members of my gang are engaging in criminal activities to earn respect and recognition
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights
Is it worth risking your life for a gang reputation while driving recklessly and ignoring traffic signals
I wish somebody would have told me then
I wish someone had warned me back then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
Because I live my life as an outlaw, similar to Napolean, no jail cell can contain me
Caucasian crazy like Arabians
I, a Caucasian person, am crazy and unpredictable, similar to Arabians
Hold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me
I guard my territory, making sure others don't challenge or provoke me, causing chaos and pursuit
When they want the product n**** I got the smoke
When people want drugs, I am the one who can provide them
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
I have both marijuana and cocaine, so I can supply whatever drugs you require
What you working with I'm some immortal s***
Tell me what you have, because I am invincible
Outlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with
As members of the Outlawz, we engage in violent activities and employ firearms to commit murder
Put them on the box gangsta party like Pac
We feature them prominently in our music, throwing gangster parties similar to those hosted by Tupac
Life's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top
Life is challenging where we come from, but me and my friends are still successful and in control
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
I am aware that the authorities despise me and are pursuing me
We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
We are outlaws engaged in criminal activities, constantly on the run and reaching our limit
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRUCE WASHINGTON, RUFUS LEE COOPER, SEAN COLE, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, YAFEU FULA
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@crystalbeasley2511
Left Eye verse is 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@aprilalexander1263
REST IN PEACE LISA LEFTEYE LOPES AND 2 PAC ❤ ❤
@scottblock_itzbadlifejax9667
this the first cd I stole from my big brother when I was 6. Tupac been my favorite rapper ever since😎💯
@jessicagray51
ScottBlock_ItzBadLife Jax Savage 😂
@rufinochambissojrchambisso7390
Left Eye killed this
@flowerandcat6841
It reminds me of good times❤
@jocelynfreshness749
This is definitely my favourite sOng PAC ♊️👊🏽💋
@TheJanette1980
This song is the shit!
@montanagior2848
The end of his last verse I like how the beat keep repeating
@sabrinamontalvo6355
love this song!!! rock ya body body 🎵🎶🎵🎶💃💃