Runnin'
2Pac Biggie & Outlawz Lyrics


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If you a bad boy

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
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
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

Overall Meaning

The song "Runnin'" by 2Pac Biggie & Outlawz tells the story of their lives as outlaws and thug lifestyles on the west side. The song includes lyrics about violence, drugs, and their feud with Mobb Deep. Tupac, Outlawz, and Biggie are warning others that if they live the life of a "bad boy" they will eventually die. The song was part of the One Nation project, a collaboration between Death Row Records and Bad Boys Records that was meant to unite both coasts through hip hop.


The lyrics are reflections of the struggles and conflicts that Tupac, Biggie, and Outlawz faced in their lives. They talk about being hunted, wanting revenge, and feeling the need to protect themselves. Tupac's lyrics in the song reflect his own life and experiences with the law, as he spent significant time in and out of jail for various criminal charges throughout his life.


The song shares the real-life struggles of the three rappers, who lived lives of riches, fame, and danger. It was a time when hip hop culture was under fire from authorities and was blamed for some of the violence in the black community. The lives of hip hop artists continue to inspire and interest people around the world.


Line by Line Meaning

If you a bad boy then you die
If you live a dangerous lifestyle, you will face the consequences and potentially lose your life


Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
When we, the Outlawz, ride through the Westside, it gives us a sense of freedom and exhilaration


They f***ed up when they rob me
They made a grave mistake when they attempted to steal from me


Put another contract on Mobb Deep
Seek retaliation by placing a new contract on Mobb Deep, indicating the intention to harm or eliminate them


I focus my locus thought on my enemies
I concentrate all my thoughts and energy on my enemies


Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
Drinking Hennessey is a necessary action for me to reach my full potential and overcome any obstacles


I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
In the context of the criminal underworld, my name holds power and respect, making me seemingly immortal in that social sphere


Jersey them n****s they think I'm crazy and creepy
People from New Jersey view me as unstable and intimidating


And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist
Authorities are currently attempting to locate a therapist for me, suggesting that they believe I need mental help


Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
I rapidly shoot my gun, relentlessly pursuing and exposing individuals who lie until they meet their demise


Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
I equip myself with firearms and position myself in strategic locations to engage in criminal activities and quickly escape


My man define ya 357 anaconda
My associate carries a powerful .357 Magnum revolver, referred to as an 'anaconda'


This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
The potential danger and chaos caused by this weapon is significant enough to make your mother concerned, and the aftermath would be filled with turmoil and conflict


Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
I, known as Havoc, need to continuously engage in acts of violence and aggression towards a person named Prodigy


Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
If members of Mobb Deep attempt to shoot and kill me, they will meet their own demise and be buried six feet under


And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
I assume you possess exceptional skills and style, comparable to the character Chucky from the movie 'Child's Play'


You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
You are aware of the outcome and reasons behind his death, which was a result of murder


Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
Your physical body will be diverted from its course, and your perspective will be abandoned or lost


Ever since mama got f***ed and papa ducked out
Since my mother was mistreated and my father abandoned us


Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Observing how we, violent criminals, display less affection and care in the environment filled with drug-related activities


Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Being likened to savages, it is astonishing that we are able to handle or cope with our lifestyle


Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
In our pursuit of money and wealth ('cabbage'), we create chaos and inflict harm


They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
People inquire about my fashion and overall demeanor, which is comparable to how we display and show off money


Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
We are highly sought after by the general public, who are willing to kill for the same status and luxury


Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
We take advantage of your vulnerabilities and seek revenge relentlessly, with a continuous flow of hatred and aggression


Criminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets
We receive instructions or commands from criminal organizations abroad, and we carry out their orders, bringing the conflict and violence to the streets


Why fear me, fear the s*** I speak
Instead of fearing me personally, you should fear the dangerous and provocative messages I express


Once this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in' street
Once this song is released, it will be heard and recognized in every neighborhood and street


Like the sound of police who run the street really
Similar to the presence and dominance of police officers in the streets, our influence and reputation cannot be denied


And every hood let you grow
In every neighborhood, people allow and even support your growth and rise to power


From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
From the hustlers and entrepreneurs in Harlem to the individuals with significant authority and influence in Oakland


And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
Even though Congress and other forms of authority try to hinder our progress and advancement, we continue moving forward


My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
My close friend was buried at a young age, as he lived a life consumed by his pursuit of money and success


His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
The final moments of his life serve as a valuable lesson that I hold onto and cherish, much like precious jewels


Stay thugged out keep it movin'
Continue living a life involved in criminal activities and maintaining a tough attitude while staying active and progressing forward


Halfway thugs are bugged when we stalk the streets
Individuals who are only partially involved in criminal activities feel intimidated and uneasy when we roam the streets


Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
Our presence on the streets is reminiscent of the combination of criminals and the drug trade, instilling fear and chaos


You speak the big p**** throw down and drop it
You claim to possess a large amount of courage, but when faced with a dangerous situation, you quickly surrender and give up


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 authority, then casually discard the spent bullet casings


Getting mine with nine coked extorting
I acquire my profits and wealth through the use and distribution of cocaine, often using extortion as a means of gaining control


Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin' out the chalk
I engage in gunfights, using small caliber handguns like .22s, and tuck them into my socks, allowing the grip to stick out for easy access


You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
I have never served a prison sentence, as I constantly move between different criminal activities


My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
My lifestyle and possessions resemble a stack of million-dollar bills, but they are tainted with corruption and illegal activities


With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'
Once I eliminate my enemies, I celebrate by drinking straight Hennessy without any mixers


Catch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station
I commit acts of violence resulting in someone's death and dispose of their body within five minutes of leaving the crime scene, just as a Haitian would


Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
I swiftly evade difficult situations, akin to Allen Iverson maneuvering past defenders on the basketball court with unwavering confidence


The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
Having a higher social status or greater reputation does not equate to having evidence or proof of my involvement in a particular situation


At the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed
When I am present at a crime scene, approximately ten individuals suffer injury and bloodshed


After they made this punk fag motherf***er bleed
Following their actions that caused harm to a particular individual, who I view as weak and inferior


All the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it
The money acquired from our criminal activities is tainted with blood, and you all should witness the extent of our brutality


Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***
We shoot our firearms and engage in acts of aggression, forcing others to submit and beg for mercy


The glock to your head n****, don't let inside action
I hold a Glock handgun to your head, warning you not to let any inside information or secrets be revealed


Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards
When he fired his weapon, he unintentionally hit innocent bystanders due to his careless and reckless shooting


Little homies puttin' work for stripes
Younger individuals in our group are actively engaging in criminal activities as a means of gaining respect and recognition


But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights
However, is the pursuit of reputation and status worth risking your life, as we engage in high-speed car chases, disregarding traffic signals?


I wish somebody would have t old me then
I wish someone would have provided me with guidance and information in the past, to prevent the mistakes I have made


Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
Because I live outside the boundaries of the law, similar to Napolean Bonaparte, no prison cell can truly confine me


Caucasian crazy like Arabians
My level of madness and unpredictability is comparable to that of Caucasians and Arabians, known for their intense nature


Hold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me
I establish a dominant position and hold my ground, commanding respect, much like individuals who feature prominently in popular culture or entertainment


When they want the product n**** I got the smoke
When individuals are searching for drugs, I am the one who possesses and provides them with the desired substances


Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
I have both marijuana and cocaine, catering to the preferences and desires of those seeking such substances


What you working with I'm some immortal s***
What resources or assets do you possess? Meanwhile, I consider myself invincible and everlasting in this lifestyle


Outlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with
As Outlawz, we cause significant harm and utilize powerful weapons and artillery for the purpose of killing


Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Place them in a vulnerable position and force them to participate in a gangsta party, reminiscent of Tupac Shakur's infamous song


Life's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top
Life is challenging, but despite that, my crew and I remain in a position of power and dominance


I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
I am well aware that the authorities hold a strong dislike towards me and are actively pursuing my capture


We outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E
We are a group of individuals outside the boundaries of the law, heavily involved in criminal activities, and currently lacking resources and energy




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRUCE WASHINGTON, RUFUS LEE COOPER, SEAN COLE, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, YAFEU FULA

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Jason Roberts

Classic song! Dope beat + Doper Lyrics = what hip hop should be

SushiBapau040

1 of 2pac's and biggie's most epic songs...

Ryan H

So good! Every track that had biggie and Pac in it together was pure gold. It's too bad that most of them were unreleased or never made it to a properly produced album. They seemed to flow so perfectly together. Two of the best Rappers in history died way to soon

Marvin PORCELLI

Ryan Hatton they were so ahead of their game...it's just weird....

Peter V

thanks everyone, im glad you all enjoy the same version i do. i put this version up because i couldnt find it on here when i was first looking. glad its going strong. pac and big for life

nawkwan

I'd pay an arm and leg to see big and pac perform live.

Go Mi

😳🙄My Gawd I Can't stop REPLAYING THIS VERSION! MY FAVORITE! ESPECIALLY PAC AND BIGGIE'S VERSE!😌 REST IN PARADISE PAC AND BIG🙌

porah burton

I keep this on repeat too

BoomBoomSatellites23

This song gives me the chills its so damn good... 2Pac killed it BEST RAPPER 4 FOREVER = Makaveli

Jon Kindle

I was jamming this shit heavy back in 2001, still that shit.

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