Lyrics:

2PAC**lf**Miscellaneous**lf**Runnin On E''(feat. Outlawz**lf**[2Pac]**lf**If you a bad boy**lf****lf**[Chorus: repeat 2X]**lf**If you a bad boy then you die**lf**Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high**lf**They fucked up when the rob me**lf**Put another contract on Mobb Deep**lf****lf****lf**[Hussein Fatal]**lf**I focus my locus thought on my enemies**lf**Sip off the Hennessey it''s necessary to finish me**lf**I''m in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book**lf**Jersey them niggas they think I''m crazy and creepy**lf**And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist**lf**Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar**lf**Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires**lf**My man define ya 357 anaconda**lf**This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama**lf**Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy**lf**Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death**lf**And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh**lf**You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered**lf**Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted**lf****lf**[Tupac]**lf**Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out**lf**Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house**lf**Similar to savage it''s a wonder we manage**lf**Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage**lf**They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it**lf**Most wanted by the population murdered you for it**lf**Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release**lf**Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets**lf**Why fear me, fear the shit I speak**lf**Once this shit drop it''s heard on every fuckin street**lf**like the sound of police who run the street really**lf**And every hood let you grow**lf**from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O''**lf**And though, Congress, don''t want us to progress our step**lf**My homie buried at an early age hustled to death**lf**His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels**lf**Stay thugged out keep it movin''**lf****lf**[Yaki Khadafi]**lf**Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets**lf**Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets**lf**You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it**lf**Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket**lf**Getting mine with nine coked extorting**lf**Block shots with 22''s with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk**lf**You never seen time I travel across the mean crime**lf**My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime**lf**With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin**lf**Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station**lf****lf**[Young Noble]**lf**Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence**lf**The bigger prick don''t mean no evidence or proof the I was present**lf**At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed**lf**After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed**lf**All the money was bloody as shit, y''all niggas shoulda seen it**lf**Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit**lf**The glock to your head nigga, don''t let inside action**lf**Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards**lf**Little homies puttin work for stripes**lf**But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights**lf**I wish somebody would have t old me then**lf**Since I''m an outlaw like Napolean ain''t no cell they can hold me in**lf**Caucassian crazy like Arabians**lf**Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me**lf**When they want the product nigga I got the smoke**lf**Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want**lf**What you working with I''m some immortal shit**lf**Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with**lf**Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac**lf**Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top**lf****lf**[2Pac: repeat 5X]**lf**I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me**lf**We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E**lf****lf**[Nuttso]**lf**With the leaded Pac, fuck the law**lf**Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law**lf**Ridin'' foes cause I can''t let hoes catch me slippin**lf**Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin**lf**Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing**lf**Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em**lf**Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped**lf**At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick**lf**Slide over so I can dip and put it in him**lf**Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it**lf**Hit the pedal now we high speeding**lf**With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing**lf**Up the way I seen him slow down**lf**Shit! I think I''m gonna bust these hoes down**lf**Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me**lf**They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see**lf****lf**[2Pac]**lf**Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em**lf**Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em**lf**Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes**lf**Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes**lf**Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation**lf**Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation**lf**Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught**lf**Did you cry when my girl died**lf**Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick**lf**I''ll never learn take away the pain with sherm**lf**Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn**lf**Call my posse, I''m shootin up the casket take the body**lf**Whip the corpse like a pi?ata and party**lf**His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels**lf**Stay thugged out keep it movin**lf****lf**[Chorus till fade]