Runnin'
2Pac feat. Dramacydal Prince Ital Stretch & Notorious B.I.G Lyrics


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And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missing
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?

It's on me
But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
And now media is trying to test me
Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip
Got tired of running from the police

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?




Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?

Overall Meaning

In Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G's song "Runnin'", the lyrics are a contemplation of the struggle for survival in the violent world of gangsta rap. The opening line, "And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?", is a dark commentary on the fleeting nature of fame and the possibility of being forgotten. The remainder of the verse is a series of questions that express the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of violence, where one must fight to live, but it often feels like there is no purpose to living. Tupac and Biggie's verses both explore their personal experiences growing up in poverty and seeking success as rappers while facing constant threats to their lives.


The lyrics of "Runnin'" are accompanied by a haunting instrumental track that features a sample from Edgar Winter's "Dying to Live". The combination of the sample and the lyrics creates a powerful emotional impact that amplifies the message of the song. In particular, the opening lines of the sampled track, "It's a long way, a long way up the road, but if you're going to rise, you might as well shine", echo the message of the song about the struggle to rise above adversity.


The song "Runnin'" was recorded in 1994, during the peak of the East Coast-West Coast hip hop rivalry. Tupac and Biggie were both major figures in the conflict, and the song was seen as a collaboration between two titans of the rap world. Tragically, both rappers were killed before the release of the song in 1997, adding an extra layer of sadness and poignancy to the lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
Reflecting on his own mortality, the singer expresses his vulnerability to mockery and scorn even after he has passed.


Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Questioning the purpose of his struggles and challenges, the singer wonders if his existence is solely meant to be a constant battle.


Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Feeling lost and directionless, the singer questions the value of his efforts to gain clarity and understanding in a world that seems devoid of meaning.


Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Frustrated by the lack of reciprocation and recognition for his actions and intentions, the artist questions why he continues to invest in others.


Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
Recognizing the ultimate futility of his struggle for survival and meaning, the artist laments the inevitability of death.


Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Introducing his personal background, the singer reveals his difficult and flawed upbringing.


Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Describing his entry into the world of drugs and crime, the singer highlights the rapid success and consequences of his involvement.


Choppin' rocks overnight
Dedicating himself to the manufacturing and distribution of drugs, the artist explains the constant and relentless nature of his work.


The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
Describing his collaborator's aspirational identity as a successful and powerful figure, the artist highlights the wish for transformation and success.


We had to grow dreads to change our description
Recounting the challenges and dangers of being identified and targeted by law enforcement, the artist explains how his appearance became a crucial factor in his survival.


Two cops is on the milk box missing
Referencing the disappearance of law enforcement officers and the resulting attention and scrutiny, the singer reveals the constant danger and hostility he faced.


Show they toes you know they got stepped on
Asserting his own power and authority over the police, the artist describes how they were physically defeated and humiliated.


A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Describing the weaponry and armor used by himself and his associates, the singer illustrates the intensity and violence of his lifestyle.


Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
Renouncing the idea of running from the police, the singer humorously acknowledges his own physical limitations.


I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
Joking about his own health conditions, the singer pokes fun at his own vulnerabilities.


That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
Asserting his own fearlessness and emotional detachment, the artist explains his propensity for violence.


When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Describing his swift and efficient execution of his opponents, the artist compares himself to a popular action movie character.


Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Rejoicing over his own survival and success, the singer describes how he utilized his earnings to continue his trade.


Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
Reveling in his own comfort and success, the singer confidently proclaims his ability to continue his pursuits.


It's on me
Taking personal responsibility for his own actions and decisions, the artist asserts his own autonomy and power.


But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
Despite his self-assurance, the artist reveals his own vulnerability to traumatic and painful memories of his past experiences.


As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
Recalling a past event with bravado and humor, the artist illustrates his own recklessness and disregard for his own safety.


We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
Acknowledging his own youthful ignorance and naivete, the singer still asserts his own courage and bravery.


In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
Contemplating the challenges and obstacles he has faced and will face, the artist wonders if he will ever overcome the worst moments of his life.


Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
Revealing his own desires and aspirations, the singer explains how his dreams have shaped and motivated his actions.


No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Asserting his own loyalty and commitment to his associates, the singer describes how he has no qualms about killing those who betray him.


Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
Describing the unwanted attention and attraction of women, the singer reveals the negative consequences and risks of his own fame and success.


A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
Bemoaning the effects and implications of his own celebrity and notoriety, the artist explains how his own success has attracted unwanted controversy and hostility.


Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
Describing his own legal battles and challenges, the artist reveals the extent of his own opposition and resistance to authority.


But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
Despite the obstacles and challenges he faces, the singer asserts his own determination and loyalty, enjoying his own success and pleasures.


And now media is trying to test me
Describing his own experiences with the press and media, the singer reveals how his own success has provoked and challenged those in authority.


Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
Feeling harassed and threatened by journalists and other media figures, the artist complains about their efforts to undermine and incriminate him.


Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
Describing his own emotional and mental state, the artist explains how he is consumed by his own negativity and pessimism.


My history with the police will shake the crime rate
Asserting the importance and significance of his own actions and history, the artist describes how his own reputation and influence affects the larger criminal community.


My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
Revealing the consequences and risks of criminal activity to his own associates and friends, the singer illustrates how one mistake can lead to severe punishment.


He screamed 'thug life' and emptied the clip
Describing his own friend's violent and defiant response to his own arrest and prosecution, the artist emphasizes the importance of loyalty and courage in his community.


Got tired of running from the police
Describing his own exhaustion and frustration with evading the law, the singer reveals how the constant threat of being caught has influenced and shaped his own identity and actions.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: EDGAR WINTER, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, OSTEN HARVEY, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, LUIS RESTO, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

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[Intro]
[Stretch:] One time, one time, nigga, one time! (Where?)

Runnin' from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfucking Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)

[Verse 1: Dramacydal]

[Young Hollywood]
I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble
Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles
For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin' from the police

[K-Dogg]
Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all okay
To that fuckin' fake cop, got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel

[Big Malcolm]
Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep
I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo
But I ain't no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep
Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards
So I grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hit spots off on my piece
'Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me

[Verse 2]
[Stretch]
Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to
Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane
On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up, a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White

[Stretch]
And we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock
And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it
I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin' meal

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga, I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
They got me runnin' from the five-o
Duckin' and dodgin' and my survival
Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
'Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin'
I spit that thug shit
Nigga, motherfuck singin'
I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
'Cause I ain't givin' up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch
They'll never catch me
'Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me
I'm a legend
Do thug niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz
We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-o
I'm runnin' from the police

[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me



All comments from YouTube:

@biancasamaniego4665

I remember buying this CD … playing it all day damn day and night … omg loved this version and still do … rap today don’t even compare

@danielarismendiz5783

Facts. I remember this song as a young shorty

@tahnabi3498

Same here.

@titorios1416

This version doesn't bleep the swears

@gk951

🎉

@user-jo2rs5dy3q

I bought the CD too when it first came out

@nvanguy6868

This is the original and best version the way pac wanted it. We used to blast this over and over back in 96.

@titorios1416

At that time we never had this uncut version,it always bleeped the swears

@lisafan6365

@@titorios1416 I know right. And uploader is using a picture from a release that also bleeps out stuff

@santino7910

When Pac says, "till they murder me I'ma legend" I get the chills! RuffRugged&Raw OUTLAW

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