Runnin` On E
Исполнитель: 2Pac
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[2Pac]<br>If you a bad boy<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>If you a bad boy then you die<br>Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high<br>They fucked up when the rob me<br>Put another contract on Mobb Deep<br><br>[Hussein Fatal]<br>I focus my locus thought on my enemies<br>Sip off the Hennessey it`s necessary to finish me<br>I`m in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book<br>Jersey them niggas they think I`m crazy and creepy<br>And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist<br>Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar<br>Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires<br>My man define ya 357 anaconda<br>This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama<br>Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy<br>Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death<br>And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh<br>You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered<br>Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted<br><br>[Tupac]<br>Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out<br>Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house<br>Similar to savage it`s a wonder we manage<br>Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage<br>They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it<br>Most wanted by the population murdered you for it<br>Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release<br>Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets<br>Why fear me, fear the shit I speak<br>Once this shit drop it`s heard on every fuckin street<br>like the sound of police who run the street really<br>And every hood let you grow <br>from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O`<br>And though, Congress, don`t want us to progress our step<br>My homie buried at an early age hustled to death<br>His last breath,a lesson I posses like jewels<br>Stay thugged out keep it movin`<br><br>[Yaki Khadafi]<br>Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets<br>Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets<br>You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it<br>Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket<br>Getting mine with nine cokedextorting<br>Block shots with 22`s with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk<br>You never seen time I travel across the mean crime<br>My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime<br>With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin<br>Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station<br><br>[Young Noble]<br>Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence<br>The bigger prick don`t mean no evidence or proof the I was present<br>At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed<br>After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed<br>All the money was bloody as shit, y`all niggas shoulda seen it<br>Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit<br>The glock to your head nigga, don`t let inside action<br>Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards<br>Little homies puttin work for stripes<br>But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights<br>I wish somebody would have t old me then<br>Since I`m an outlaw like Napolean ain`t no cell they can hold me in<br>Caucassian crazy like Arabians<br>Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me<br>When they want the product nigga I got the smoke<br>Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want<br>What you working with I`m some immortal shit<br>Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with<br>Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac<br>Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top<br><br>[2Pac: repeat 5X]<br>I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me<br>We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E<br><br>[Nuttso]<br>With the leaded Pac, fuck the law<br>Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law<br>Ridin` foes cause I can`t let hoes catch me slippin<br>Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin<br>Ridin high, blazing, kryptonitegot a nigga dazing<br>Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em<br>Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped<br>At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick<br>Slide over so I can dip and put it in him<br>Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it<br>Hit the pedal now we high speeding<br>With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing<br>Up the way I seen him slow down<br>Shit!!I think I`m gonna bust these hoes down<br>Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me<br>They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em<br>Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em<br>Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes<br>Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes<br>Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation<br>Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation<br>Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught<br>Did you cry when my girl died<br>Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick<br>I`ll never learn take away the pain with sherm<br>Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn<br>Call my posse, I`m shootin up the casket take the body<br>Whip the corpse like a piсata and party<br>His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels<br>Stay thugged out keep it movin<br><br>Chorus till fade
