Runnin On E - Outlawz Lyrics - 2pac

{2Pac} 

If you a bad boy 

{Chorus: repeat 2X} 

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 my enemies 

Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me 

I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book 

Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy 

And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist 

Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar 

Strap in back to the 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 

Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy 

Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till 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 

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{Tupac} 

Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out 

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

Similar to savage 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 street really 

And every hood let you grow 

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

And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step 

My homie buried at an early age hustled to death 

His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels 

Stay thugged out keep it movin' 

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{Yaki Khadafi} 

Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets 

Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets 

You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it 

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

Getting mine with nine coked extorting 

Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk 

You never seen time I travel across the mean crime 

My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in 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 

The bigger prick 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 

All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it 

Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit 

The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action 

Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards 

Little homies puttin work for stripes 

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

I wish somebody would have t old me then 

Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in 

Caucassian crazy like Arabians 

Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me 

When they want the product nigga I got the smoke 

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

What you working with I'm some immortal shit 

Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with 

Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac 

Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top 

{2Pac: repeat 5X} 

I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me 

We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E 

{Nuttso} 

With the leaded Pac, fuck the law 

Carry steal cause I live in 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, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing 

Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em 

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

At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick 

Slide over so I can dip and put it in him 

Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it 

Hit the pedal now we high speeding 

With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing 

Up the way I seen him slow down 

Shit! I think I'm gonna bust 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 watchin me spy when my shells split em 

Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em 

Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes 

Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes 

Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation 

Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation 

Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught 

Did you cry when my girl died 

Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick 

I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm 

Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn 

Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body 

Whip the corpse like a piaata and party 

His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels 

Stay thugged out keep it movin 

{Chorus till fade}