Running
Notorious B.I.G & Tupac Lyrics


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[Notorious B.I.G.]
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?

1, 2, 3, and...
[Fabolous]
Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
Can't tell that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man
Icy Audemar, hendy gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the Bently door pan
Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with that guy
Scene told u he keep it G
We can bang like the two chains on my neck
The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
The coup's up take the new Lame for a sec
12" up, new cane in the deck nigga
Right now with a squeezer and a coozie
And Im goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi

[Chorus]
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain
You heard about it cause she running her mouth

She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he want to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
Necks wanna move but's getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time believing
I mark with death, hard to kill like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance playing lotto
What you want nigga?

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours
Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dieing
Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach

[Chorus]

Uhhh, uhhh
Fox then B.I.G.
Who fucking with Fox, who want it with I
Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six
Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
Cause that niggas lieing home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns squeezing the lhama
Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa

[Snoop Dogg]
Run for your gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie
In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth

[Chorus]





What you really want from a nigga?...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Running" by Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur, Fabolous, Busta Rhymes, and Snoop Dogg are pretty complex, with each rapper using their own unique style and flow. The song begins with Notorious B.I.G. asking where Brooklyn is at, which sets the tone for the rest of the song, as each rapper goes on to claim their city and boast about their skills.


Fabolous is the first to rap, and he talks about envying another man. He then goes on to describe how he keeps a gun in his car door panel and warns anyone who tries to mess with him that they will regret it. Busta Rhymes comes in next and brags about being the king of the block and how other rappers copy his flow. He also mentions how he took time off but is now back and better than ever.


Next up is Snoop Dogg who threatens those who dare mess with him, telling them to run for their life. Notorious B.I.G. comes in towards the end and talks about the struggles of being a successful rapper and how others are always trying to take him down. The song ends with a repeated question, "What you really want from a nigga?" which may be interpreted as a challenge to anyone trying to bring them down.


Overall, the lyrics revolve around each rapper's individual pride in their city and themselves. They use profanity and brag about their wealth and success, which may be seen as a reflection of the rap industry in general.


Line by Line Meaning

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and...
Asking the whereabouts of Brooklyn while getting ready to start rapping.


Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, hendy gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan That's why I keep the 9 in the Bently door pan Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us Know it's gon' blow for my dough Why would you try with that guy Scene told u he keep it G We can bang like the two chains on my neck The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects The coup's up take the new Lame for a sec 12" up, new cane in the deck nigga Right now with a squeezer and a coozie And Im goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi
Envy is not a desirable trait in a person, but an old man is envious of a young man's wealth. The singer narrates that they carry a gun for their protection and will use it if someone tries to harm them or steal from them. They have no interest in friendship with such a person. The word "G" means that the person they are dealing with is a gangster. They can retaliate against anyone who attacks them with all their power. The neighborhood is a dangerous place to live, and they need to be on constant alert for their safety. They always keep weapons on hand because they are aware of the potential for harm. Going out guns blazing like Keyshia with the uzi is one of their preferred methods of violence.


They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and counting Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain You heard about it cause she running her mouth She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it I'm cool as ever, she's too excited Her man look like, he want to fight But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
Their actions speak louder than words, and they don't have any time to talk about what they are going to do. Instead, they focus on carrying out their plans and getting paid. They have amassed a large sum of money that is only growing. People spread rumors about them because they have a lot of money, and some people keep trying to get closer to them because they want a share of their wealth. However, they prefer to remain calm and not let anyone get too excited about their presence. A woman is trying to conceal her desire to be with them, but they are not interested in getting involved with someone who is too eager. Her partner appears to want to fight them, but he is just talking and not taking any action.


Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool Necks wanna move but's getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release masterpieces like adhesive Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast MC's have a hard time believing I mark with death, hard to kill like Steven When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto You got a better chance playing lotto What you want nigga?
They are warning anyone who messes with them that they will unleash their anger, and they will not be afraid to use violence against them. People try to intervene in their business, but they refuse to let anyone disrupt their success. They assert their dominance emotionally. They are reminiscent of their past business dealings as a drug dealer on the streets. There is a code of conduct that they follow, where they will take action against anyone who tries to steal from them. They use violence as a means of retaliation against anyone who tries to harm them or take what is theirs. Their raps are like works of art, and they stick with people long after they have heard them. They feel as if they have control over life and death, as if they are invincible.


Ah, Yo Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dieing Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach Uhhh, uhhh Fox then B.I.G. Who fucking with Fox, who want it with I Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome Cause that niggas lieing home if the tutti with the dead-eye My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled Ill nuns squeezing the lhama Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa
They are showcasing their skill as a rapper, and they are easily able to flow with the beat or as they walk down the street. They dominate the world of hip-hop, and their music is unrivaled. They pride themselves on having a unique style that separates them from others. They have gotten acclaim for their work and followers in a short amount of time. They are proud of their accomplishments and believe that no one can surpass them. They are not afraid of confronting people who speak ill of their work. They prefer to show their superiority by defecating on the floor of their haters' homes. They have a different style of doing things than most people, and it has helped in their success. They invite anyone to challenge them. They are all good friends and are always there to help one another out. They send a message to those who try to hurt them. They are highly skilled with pistols and sex at the same time. They are not afraid to kill when necessary, and they are always prepared for any situation.


Run for your gun you suckers B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?) Uh, turning it out, run in your house Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth What you really want from a nigga?...
They are calling out their opponents and asking them to bring their best game. Biggie will take care of anyone who tries to harm them. They are not afraid of any challenge and are always ready with their weapons. They let their actions speak for themselves and are confident that they can win any battle they face. They put it all on the line when the stakes are high, and they are not afraid to die for what they believe in. They are not afraid to use violence to achieve their goals.




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@apblolol

"Why am i dying to live, if im just living to die." Hits me every time

@CrackZulu

Not alone

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@haloskaterkid

A friendship destroyed by media intervention. Two poets gone before their time like many others that came before them. RIP pac and big, your influence and message lives on

@quest6264

adrift dam that got me thinking KINGS RESTING NOW

@omgman2248

Brad favor with Tupac Shakur

@MHWRESTLIN

quest 626 no the friendship was destroyed by Pac getting shot and rumours that bad boy set it up and biggie knew but never warned him

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