Runnin'
Tupac feat. Buju Banton Dramacydal The Notorious B.I.G. & Stretch Lyrics

Runnin' from the police
Evading and avoiding law enforcement officers

(Yeah, I know what you mean)
(I understand what you're going through)

No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Regardless of my actions, they always have their focus on me

Still runnin' from the police
Continuing to evade and escape from law enforcement

(Put them motherfucking Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
(Tie your shoes tightly and disappear without a trace)

I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble
I have no other thoughts except for engaging in dangerous activities

Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles
Firing bullets at their territory, causing violent repercussions

For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight
Engaging in gun battles to satisfy our thrill-seeking lifestyle

I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
I have the choice to defend myself with gunfire or face potential death

It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G
I take responsibility for my actions, and if I die, I want to be remembered as a fearless gangster

A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
Expose my body for them to see, ensuring they never forget me

With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying my weapons for protection

Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin' from the police
Living a life of crime and violence, causing me to constantly evade law enforcement

Nigga, you know that's true
My fellow companion, you understand the reality of our situation

Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew
Law enforcement officers arresting individuals like us, hanging out with our gang

Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
Every single day, relaxing and enjoying a glass of Rémy Martin cognac

The O.J. and it's all okay
Drinking orange juice along with it, feeling a sense of contentment

To that fuckin' fake cop, got to play the man
Dealing with an insincere police officer, having to act tough

Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Chased me through the neighborhood while I still held my drink

Damn, I hope it don't spill
Expressing concern that my drink might spill during the chase

Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel
Calm down, this situation is serious, so I prepare my gun

Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep
Continuing to evade and escape law enforcement, resulting in a lack of rest

I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo
You're secretly observing me through my window as I smoke marijuana

But I ain't no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep
I may not be a skilled runner, but law enforcement has an advantage with their vehicles

Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards
Similar to Malcolm X, I'm running through people's yards to escape

So I grabs my piece before I flee
I quickly grab my gun before making my escape

And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Instead of me being chased, these cowardly individuals are now fleeing from me

Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece
Firing weapon rounds, hitting my intended targets

Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police
Because someone like me, resembling Big Malcolm, has decided to stop evading law enforcement

Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
Now it's a struggle, as I attempt to sell drugs while simultaneously evading the annoying police

They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
They attempt to arrest me, but they can't keep me confined

What about they come to hold up me north
What happens if they come to raid my hideout or stronghold

Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Arrived at the park, I quickly exited the school and prepared for a fight

Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Scan the surroundings, be cautious of the pathetic police

Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Attempt to chase me as fast as possible, but you will never catch me

Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
I must fire back in self-defense because they began shooting at me

Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to
I was scheming and craving wealth, therefore I chose the path filled with illegal activities

Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
As a result of my rise to fame in the ghetto, I experienced hardships and now I dominate the criminal world

The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane
My mentally deranged mind remains calm while achieving great success

On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus
Causing chaos and disturbances alongside my partner, Biggie Smalls

Check it, I grew up, a fuckin' screw-up
Listen, I matured as a complete failure

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
I entered the world of illegal activities and quickly became successful after obtaining a large amount of drugs

Choppin' rocks overnight
Breaking down and preparing drugs throughout the night

The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White
My associate, Biggie Smalls, aims to transform into a powerful and influential figure like Frank White

And we got the workers choppin' rock, Benz by the flock
We have workers breaking down drugs, and luxury vehicles are plentiful

And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it
We are acquiring wealth, causing corrupt police officers to become envious and anxious

I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
I'm firing my gun, hoping they don't underestimate me or consider me insignificant

And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
They could instigate deadly violence, so it's best to avoid unnecessary conflicts

We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
We stay true and authentic, disregarding your opinions, while Biggie hands me the gun

Let's serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin' meal
We should retaliate against our enemies by shooting them with bullets, like a gruesome meal

We had to grow dreads to change our description
We had to alter our appearance by growing dreadlocks to avoid being easily identified

Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Two police officers are considered missing or dead

Show they toes you know they got stepped on
Reveal their weaknesses and vulnerabilities, indicating that we have harmed them

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Carrying a hand full of bullets protected by bulletproof vests

Run from the police picture that, nigga, I'm too fat
Imagine running away from the police, but I'm too slow and overweight

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
I might end up having an asthma attack due to my lack of physical fitness

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
That's why I retaliate by shooting back, it doesn't intimidate me

When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
After he falls, I'll seize his gun, and I'll be as elusive as Patrick Swayze

Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Commend my successful getaway, sell the stolen gun, and invest in more drugs

Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
Relaxed and confident, I have the opportunity to earn more money, damn it

They got me runnin' from the five-o
I'm being chased by the police

Duckin' and dodgin' in my survival
Dodging and evading as a means of survival

The Benzo and I let off with my nine, ho
In my Mercedes-Benz, I unleash rapid gunfire with my 9mm handgun

I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
I'm moving faster than other individuals, with no time to engage in sexual activities

Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Because all I think about is who will be the next target

Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
My friend made a mistake and is now facing severe consequences

He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
He committed a shooting from a moving vehicle, at the age of sixteen, resulting in a life sentence tripled

Tell me is it me or my upbringin'
Tell me if my nature or upbringing is the reason for my current situation

I spit that thug shit
I express my aggressive and criminal lifestyle through my lyrics

Nigga, motherfuck singin'
I don't care about singing or melodic music

I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
I hope you have your Timberland boots securely fastened

Cause I ain't givin' up
Because I refuse to surrender

I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'd prefer to avoid these individuals all night long

I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch
I'm dashing through the low-income residential areas, you bitch

They'll never catch me
They will never be able to capture me

Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch
Because I'm mentally unstable and always ready to pull the trigger, you fool

Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me
Don't claim ignorance of my existence until they kill me

I'm a legend
I'm an iconic figure

Do thug niggas go to heaven?
Are gangster individuals allowed into heaven?

I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz
I'm part of a loyal and fearless group

We gettin' ghost on them hoes
We are disappearing and becoming elusive to these women and enemies

And yo, I got no love for the five-o
And hey, I have no affection or respect for the police

I'm runnin' from the police
I'm escaping and avoiding law enforcement