2Pac – Runnin' On E (feat. Outlawz) Lyrics

Runnin' On E

2Pac (feat. Outlawz)

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"Runnin' On E." - 2Pac (feat. Outlawz)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 01:46 am

Album: Until the End of Time

Track No: 12

If you a bad boy then you die
West side outlaw when we ride
Get me high
They fucked up when they robbed me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
If you a bad boy then you die
West side outlaw when we ride
Get me high
They fucked up when they robbed me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
I focused my locust on an enemy
Sip off the Hennessy
It's necessary to finish me
I'm anti social, immortal when it come to the photos
Jersey, them **** down and won't approach 'em
Till it's time to smoke 'em
Who saying a terrorist
****, they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they trying to find me a therapist
Rapid fire and hire till you die a liar
Strap in that hitting corners
Dropping and wanna spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
It's enough to bread your momma then turn around and hear the drama
Military camaraderie, outlawed till they body me
Havoc, I gotta have it
Steady blasting that Prodigy
Mobb six feet deep
You trying to bust me to death
And I suppose you go the dopest moves like Chucky or Fresh
You know the verdict, who? What? When? Why they die murdered
Get your physical diverted and your visit deserted
Ever since momma got fucked and poppa ducked out
Look us murderous thugs showing less love in the drug house
Similar to savages, it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causing 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
Bring the war to the streets
Why fear me? Fear the shit I speak
Once this shit drop it's heard on every fucking street
Like the sound of police
Who run the streets really?
In every hood legends grow
From the hustlers up in Harlem to shock callers in O
And though, congress don't want us to progress, we stress
My homey buried at an early age
Hustled to death
HIs last breath, a lesson I possess like jewels
Stay thugged out, keep it moving
Half way, thugs don't budge when we stalk the streets
Sort of like target our narcotics when they walk the beat
You speak of beef? Pussy, throw down and drop it
Hand you a six shots, lay the law down and throw the shells out my pocket
Getting mines with nines cocking extorted
Blocks pop with 22's in my socks with the butt hanging out the chocolate
You never seen time
I travel across the dream crime
My rolls like a million dollar bill folded with green lines
With my foes erased
Drink my Henny straight, no chasing
Catch my body like Haitian
5 minutes from the station
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
No fingerprints don't mean no evidence
Or proof that I was present at the scene of the crime
Around ten **** bleed
After they made this one bad motherfucker bleed
Money was bloody as shit
Ya'll **** should have seen it
Plus it's half as frequent
Bowing down on our knees shit
The glock to your head **** don't make no sudden action
Hit innocent bystanders when he blasted
Dumb fucking backwards
Lil homies put in work for stripes
But is it worth your life?
And G rides running red lights
I wish somebody would have told me then
Since I'ma outlaw like Napoleon ain't no cell they can hold me in
Or cage me in, crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like them **** on Fabian
Having the fiend page me (page me)
When they want the product, **** I got to smoke
Got this weed and the coke
What you need? What you want? What you working with?
I am on some more immortal shit
Outlaw we straight hurting shit
Use artillery to murder with
Put on the block, gangster party like 'Pac
Life's hard from the ox, me and my **** on top (party)
I know the law hate me dearly
Coming for me
Outlaws, thugged out, **** running on E
I know the law hate me dearly
Coming for me
We outlaws, thugged out, **** running on E
I know the law hate me dearly
They coming for me
We outlaws, thugged out, **** running on E
I know the law hate me dearly
They coming for me
We outlaws, thugged out, **** running on E
With my glock quick to let it pop fuck the law
Carry steel 'cause I live on the **** side of the law
Riding fours 'cause I can't let ho's catch me slippin
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hitting
Ridding high, blazing
Kryptonite got a **** dazing
Burping and smirking at enemies before I grave 'em
Ride up look behind them
I see him, he slipped
At the stop light on this lonely night
This motherfucker trick
Slide over, so I can dump and put it in 'em
Damn I guess motherfucker know that I sent it
Hit the pedal, now we high speeding
With my metal, trying to make these motherfuckers die speeding
Up the way I seen em slow down, shit
I think I done bust these hoe's dead
Caught them running on E
That's kinda funny to me
They knew they was fucking with me but they dumb to see
Open up fire, watch them expire with my shells split 'em
Plus all them trick ****, bitch you can go to hell with em
Fuck 'em they phony claiming they homies but they foes
Speaking on dubs, **** deadly, while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows
In 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 raising hell, **** fuck what you thought
Did you cry when my girl died?
Put out the hit
Politics **** world wide
Grabbing my dick
I never learn, take away the pain with sherm
Throwing gas on my enemies, watching them burn
Kamikaze
I'm shooting up the casket, take the body
Whoop the corps like a piñata and party
His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels
Stay thugged out, keep it moving
Running on E
Stay thugged out, keep it moving
Running on E
Running on E
Running on E

Writer(s): Rufus Cooper, Bruce Washington, 2Pac, E.D.I, Yafeu Fula, Nuttso & Fatal.

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