Runnin'
2pac Feat. Dramacydal The Notorious B.I.G. Stretch Trapp Lyrics

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
I am wondering if people will make fun of me after I pass away.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
What is the point of struggling to survive if life is just a continuous fight?

Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I attempting to perceive things when there is simply nothing there?

Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why am I trying to offer assistance when nobody is willing to provide me an opportunity?

Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
What is the point of longing to live if life is just a path to physical death?

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Listen carefully, I, 2pac, came from a disadvantaged and problematic background.

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
I was introduced to the illegal drug trade and quickly became successful by selling a small amount.

Choppin' rocks overnight
I worked hard through the night, breaking up rocks into smaller pieces to sell.

The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
My friend, The Notorious B.I.G, is attempting to establish himself as a powerful figure in the black community, like the fictional character Frank White.

We had to grow dreads to change our description
To alter our appearance, my friends and I grew dreadlocks.

Two cops is on the milk box missing
Two police officers who we suspect of wronging us have disappeared.

Show they toes you know they got stepped on
If you see their dead bodies, you'll realize that we have killed them.

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
I shoot bullets coated with Teflon that can penetrate bulletproof vests.

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I cannot outrun the police because I am overweight and out of shape.

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
If I tried to flee from the police, I could have an asthma attack.

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
That is why I fire at the police when they come after me, because it does not scare me.

When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
When I cause a police officer to fall, I take his gun and become untouchable like the actor Patrick Swayze in the film 'Road House.'

Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
After successfully running away from the police, I sell the stolen gun and purchase more drugs to sell.

Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
I am going to relax and enjoy my success, as I have many more illegal activities to profit from.

It's on me
Everything I do is my responsibility and nobody else's.

But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
I still recall the thrill of speeding away from the police and getting away with it.

As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
As I accelerate away and fire my gun, I laugh at the police's inability to catch me.

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
Although immature, my friends and I were brave and unafraid of taking risks.

In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
In difficult and dangerous situations, we must rely on our instincts and survival skills to make it through.

Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
I once had numerous ambitions and desires for my future.

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
I have no qualms about killing those who betray or inform to the authorities.

Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
Women who are jealous of my success continue to seek my attention and affection despite knowing the risks involved.

A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
After releasing a few successful films, everybody now wants to take advantage of me for their own gain.

Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
Even the police attempted to take legal action against me, leaving me feeling powerless and unable to defend myself.

But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
I will remain loyal to my values and continue to drink 22-ounce beers.

And now media is trying to test me
The media is attempting to challenge me and provoke a reaction from me.

Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
The press is making inquiries designed to provoke an emotional response from me.

Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
All I can see and feel is despair, and that is my state of mind.

My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My past experiences with the police will have a significant impact on crime statistics.

My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
My close friend already had two criminal charges against him, but he made a mistake, was taken into custody, and then agreed to cooperate with authorities.

He screamed 'thug life' and emptied the clip
Before surrendering, my friend yelled 'thug life' and fired all the bullets remaining in his gun.

Got tired of running from the police
My friend grew weary of constantly trying to evade the authorities and decided to give up.