2Pac – Runnin’ On E (OG 1) with Hussein Fatal, Yaki Khadafi, Young Noble, Nutt-So

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2Pac – Runnin’ On E (Original Version 1) with Hussein Fatal, Yaki Kadafi, Young Noble, Nutt-So

Recorded date: 1996
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Producer: 2Pac

2Pac – Runnin’ On E (OG 2) with Napoleon, Storm, Yaki Kadafi, Young Noble, Nutt-So


Mr. If you a bad boy
Yo, whats up man
The police comin, nigga
Oh shit
Get outta there
yo yo get the fuck out the way
Five O, Five O

[Hussein Fatal]
This is Fatal, outlaw
I’m runnin up out this muthafucka (five oh)
I’m goin past niggaz
Aint gettin me out the game like this, fuck that (hurry the fuck up, hurry the fuck up)
This outlaw, nigga (what the fuck is y’all doing?)

[Chorus: Tupac + Fatal/Yaki Kadafi]
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when they robbed me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep (hehe)

If you a bad boy then you die
Westside Outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when they robbed me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep

(bitch ass niggaz)

[Hussein Fatal]
I focus my locus thought on the enemy
Sick off the Hennessey, it’s necessary to finish me (eh yo)
I’m anti-social immortal when it come to the vocals (eh yo)
Jersey them niggaz down and won’t appoach em til it’s time to smoke em
Hussein the terrorist, (haha) nigga they think I’m crazy and creepy
And as we speak they try to find me therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap intact hittin’ corners dropped didn’t want to spin the tires
My man’ll find ya (eh yo)
This 357 anaconda, is enough to brand your mama then turn around and hand ya drama
Military comradery Outlaw till they body me
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy (bow down)
Mobb 6 feet deep, you try to blast me to death
And suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when and why he die murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted

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Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house (yo yo)
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 water 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 legends grow
from the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O’
And though, Congress, don’t want us to progress, we stress
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’ (eh yo, where you)

[Yaki Khadafi]
Half way thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streetz
Sort of like chalk and narcotics when we walk the beat (bang)
You speak of beef pussy throw down and drop it (drop)
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket (buck buck buck)
Getting mine with nines cocked extorting
Block shots with (eh yo) 22’s with my socks with the butt hangin out the chocolate
You never seen time I travel across the dream crime
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded with green pine (hahaha)
With my pulse racing, drink my henney straight no chasin
Catch my body like cases, 5 minutes from the station

[Young Noble]
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
No finger prints that mean there was no evidence or proof that 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 (hahaha)
The glock to your head nigga, don’t let inside action (westside outlaw, do it to em nigga)
Hit innocent by-standers when you blasted, shot fuckin backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes
But is it worth your life, g-rides runnin red lights (ahhh)
I wish somebody would have told me then
Since I’m an outlaw like Napolean ain’t no cell they can hold me in (biatch)
Caucasian, crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in
Havin’ a fiend’s baby (maybe)
When they want the product nigga I got the smoke (smoke)
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want (coke, coke)
What you working with I’m on some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with (murderous)
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac (Pac)
Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (party)

[Tupac: 5X]
I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E

The glock, put the lead in pop, fuck the law
Carry steel cause I live in the niggaz 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, cryptonite got a nigga dazing
Jerkin and smirken at enemies before I grave em
Ride em, look behind em, I see him
He slipped, at a stop light on this lonely night
(This motherfuckin’ trick)
Slide on him, so I can dip and put it in him
(Damn, I guess this motherfucka know that I sent him)
Hit the pedal now we high speed
With my metal tryin’ to make these motherfuckaz die speed (haha thats right)
Up the way I seen him slow down
(Shit!! I think I gon’ bust these hoes down, hoes down)
Caught em runnin’ on E it’s kinda funny to me
They knew they was funkin’ with me but they dumb and see

Open up fire watch em expire when my shells split em
Plus all them trick niggaz basically can go to hell with em
Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but they foes
Speakin on thug niggaz daily, while we nailing 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 raisin hell, nigga fuck what you thought
Did you cry when my girl died?
Put out the hit, politic niggaz 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 pin’ata and party
His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin
Running on E
Stay thugged out keep it movin
Running on E

[Tupac talkin]
One time, one time for the niggaz that stayed down for me
Runnin on E
Smiff and Wessun
The Cocoa Brovaz
Buckshot, B.D.I.
Heltah Skeltah
Runnin on E
Boot Camp Click
What happened?
That was it?

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