2Pac – Runnin’ on E ft Outlawz

Incredibly talented rapper, Tupac Shakur collides with Outlawz to create this hypnotizing record titled “Runnin’ on E”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 26 on his top charting album project called “Until the End of Time” was officially released on 27 March 2001.

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LYRICS

[2Pac (Hussein Fatal):]

(Mr. If you a bad boy)

Yo, what’s up

The police comin’ on, oh shit! Get out of there.

Fatal, Outlawz I wanna up out this motherfucker

Gon’ pass it

Ain’t get me up but fuck that

This Outlaw nigga

 

[2Pac:]

If you a bad boy then you die

Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high

They fucked up when the rob me

Put another contract on Mobb Deep

If you a bad boy then you die

Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high

They fucked up when the rob me

Put another contract on Mobb Deep

 

[Hussein Fatal:]

I focus my locus thought on the enemies

Sip off the Hennessy, it’s necessary to finish me

I’m antisocial immortal, when it comes to the phone book

Jersey them niggas down, they won’t broke ’em ’til it’s time to smoke ’em

Hussein the terrorist

Dig they think I’m crazy and [?]

And as we speak they tryin’ to find me a therapist

Rapid fire I clap and hire ’til you die a liar

Strap in the city corners droppin’ on to spin the tires

My man define ya 357 anaconda

This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama

Military camaraderie, outlaw ’til they body me

Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin’ at Prodigy

Mobb 6 feet deep, you try to bust me ’til death

And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh

You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered

Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted

 

[2Pac:]

Now ever since momma got fucked and papa ducked out

Look at us, murderous thugs showin’ less love in the drug house

Similar to savages, it’s a wonder we manage

Bring chaos causin’ damage on our quest for cabbage

They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it

Most wanted by the population murdered you for it

Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release

Criminal orders across the waters bringin’ the war to the streets

Why fear me, fear the shit I speak

Once this shit drop it’s heard on every fuckin’ street

Like the sound of police

Who run the streets really?

In every hood legends grow

From the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O’

And though, Congress, don’t want us to progress, we strapped

My homie buried at an early age hustled to death

His last breath, a lesson I possess like jewels

Stay thugged out keep it movin’

 

Hey where that nigga

 

[Yaki Kadafi:]

Halfway thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streets

Sort of like [?] and narcotics when they walk the beat

You speak the beef pussy draw down and drop it

Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket

Gettin’ mines with nine cocked extortin’

Blocks pop with 22’s in my socks with the butt hangin’ out the chocolate

You never seen time I travel across dream crime

My rolls like a million dollar bills folded with green slime

With my foes erased drink my Henney straight no chasin’

Catch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station

 

[Young Noble:]

Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence

No finger prints don’t mean no evidence or proof the I was present

At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed

After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed

Money was bloody as shit, y’all niggas shoulda seen it

Bust a cap and freak with, bowin’ on your knees shit

The Glock to your head nigga, don’t make no somethin’ action

Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, dump fuckin’ backwards

Little homies puttin’ work for stripes

But is it worth your life and g-rides runnin’ red lights

I wish somebody would have t old me then

Since I’m an outlaw like Napoleon ain’t no cell they can hold me in

Or cage me in, crazy like Arabians

Hold this spot like them niggas on Fabian

Havin’ the fiend page me (page me)

When they want the product, nigga I got to smoke

Got this weed and the coke what you need what you want

What you workin’ with? I’m on some immortal shit

Outlawz we straight hurtin’ shit, use artillery to murder with

Put on the block gangsta party and like ‘Pac

Life’s hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (party)

 

[2Pac:]

I know the law hate me dearly, comin’ for me

We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin’ on E

I know the law hate me dearly, comin’ for me

We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin’ on E

I know the law hate me dearly, they comin’ for me

We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin’ on E

I know the law hate me dearly, they comin’ for me

We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin’ on E

 

[Nuttso:]

With my Glock, quick to let it pop, fuck the law

Carry steel cause I live on the nigga side of the law

Ridin’ foes ’cause I can’t let hoes catch me slippin’

Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin’

Ridin’ high, blazin’, kryptonite got a nigga dazin’

Burpin’ and smurkin’ got on enemies before I grave ’em

Ride ’em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped

Had to stop light in a slowly night, this motherfuckin’ trick

Slide over so I can dump and put it in em

Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it

Hit the pedal now we high speedin’

With the metal tryin’ to make these motherfuckers die speedin’

Up the way I seen him slow down

Shit! I think I done bucked these hoes down

Caught them runnin’ on e it kind of funny to me

They know they was fuckin’ with me but they dumb to see

 

[2Pac:]

Open up fire watch ’em expire when my shells split ’em

Plus all them trick niggas basically can go to hell with ’em

Fuck ’em they phony claimin’ they homies but they foes

Speakin’ on thug niggas daily, while we nailin’ they hoes

Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation

Words are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation

A crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught

Out on bail, raised in hell, nigga fuck what you thought

Did you cry when my girl died?

Put out the hit, politic niggas worldwide, grabbin’ my dick

I’ll never learn, take away the pain with sherm

Throwin’ gas on my enemies watchin’ ’em burn

Kamikaze, I’m shootin’ up the casket take the body

Whip the corpse like a piñata and party

His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels

Stay thugged out keep it movin’

Runnin’ on E.

Stay thugged out keep it movin’

Runnin’ on E

 

[2Pac talking:]

One time, one time for the niggas that stayed down for us

Runnin’ on E

Smif-n-Wessun the Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot, BDI, runnin’ on E

The Bootcamp Click

What happened, that was it?