Runnin'
2pac ft The Notorious BIG Lyrics

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
I wonder if people will find joy in my suffering after I am gone.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I struggling to survive when all I experience is constant conflict and battles?

Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why do I strive to have a clear vision of the future when all I see is uncertainty and hopelessness?

Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why do I attempt to help others when I am always overlooked and ignored?

Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
Why do I feel like I am slowly losing my life when there is nothing meaningful in it?

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Listen to me, I had a difficult upbringing and behaved recklessly.

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
I became familiar with the criminal world, obtained drugs, and became successful quickly.

Choppin' rocks overnight
I spent long hours cutting and preparing drugs to make money.

The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
My friend Biggie was attempting to become a wealthy and powerful drug dealer like the character Frank White from the movie 'King of New York.'

We had to grow dreads to change our description
To avoid police attention, we changed our hairstyle by growing dreadlocks.

Two cops is on the milk box missing
Two police officers are missing and possibly dead.

Show they toes you know they got stepped on
If you see their bodies, you'll know that they were killed violently.

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
I have a powerful gun and wear a bulletproof vest to protect myself.

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I can't outrun the police because I am overweight.

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
I may have an asthma attack due to my physical exertion.

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
I shoot back at the police because I am not scared of them.

When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
When I kill a police officer, I take his gun, and I become like Patrick Swayze's character from the movie 'Point Break.'

Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
After getting away from the police, I sold the gun, and I obtained more drugs to sell.

Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
I am going to relax because I have more money to earn through illegal activities.

It's on me
I am responsible for my actions and decisions.

But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
I remember when we were driving fast and police officers crashed while chasing us.

As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
I find it amusing while I speed away and shoot my gun at the same time.

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
We were naive and foolish, but we were brave and determined.

In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
We will stick together and persevere through difficult times and dangerous situations.

Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
I had many goals and aspirations, but also many hopes for the future.

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
I do not have any hesitation in killing those who betray us and tell the police about our illegal activities.

Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
Jealous women are still trying to take advantage of me and bring me down.

A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
Since appearing in a couple of movies, everyone is now trying to hurt me and ruin my reputation.

Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
Even the police are trying to take legal action against me, and I have no choice but to defend myself.

But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
I will remain loyal and continue drinking cheap beer.

And now media is trying to test me
The news outlets are attempting to challenge me by asking probing questions.

Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
Reporters are trying to pressure me and cause me to feel nervous and overwhelmed.

Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
I currently experience only misery and sorrow, and that is how I feel mentally.

My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My past experiences and conflicts with law enforcement 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 prior criminal convictions, he made a mistake, and was arrested and became an informant for the police.

He screamed 'thug life' and emptied the clip
My friend shouted 'thug life' before shooting and using up all his ammunition.

Got tired of running from the police
My friend grew exhausted of constantly running from the police and resorted to a violent act.