Run Tha Streetz

[Chorus: Michel'le] You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' [Collision: 2Pac] Hey yo, Storm, honestly, I think I can fuck with a motherfucker like you See, I don't like a motherfucker that be all on me and shit All up under a nigga, tellin' me where I can go Can she go with me? When I'm comin' home? And all that ol' crazy shit, type of life I live [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a player Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later It don't take a lot to keep a nigga heart Must be a lady in the light but real freaky in the dark Plus I got some enemies, baby, hold my pistol And wrap your arms around a nigga every time I kiss you, can you visualize the picture? Me and you in ecstasy Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next to me, do you wanna test me? Put your tired head on my chest A thug nigga's in the house, now you can rest I bet you never screamed a nigga's whole name out And felt the pleasure and the pain 'Bout to fuck the very taste out your mouth You can call me when you need me 1-800-SKYPAGE, when you wanna see me 'Cause I can be your man and, baby, you can be my lady But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run the streets [Chorus: Michel'le] You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' [Collision: Storm] Yo 'Pac, you know I'm 16 strong behind you boo But I gotta do what I gotta do I gotta run the streets, you know I ain't no "clean up woman" type of ho You know [Verse 2: Storm] Now me and you is cool, but I ain't the one to play the fool Can't make no money in bed, so ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't the bitch that love ya, can't do a damn thang for you If you ain't about money, nine outta ten I'll ignore you It's a man's world, but real women make the shit go 'round Disrespect and I clown the type of bitch to throw down Throw up the block 'cause nothin' stops my chips A boss playa with this, that twist you lame tricks Holla if you understand my plan, ladies, fuck havin' babies By them shady-ass niggas, swearin' he can save me My strategy's official, checkin' ya pockets while I tongue kiss you Soft as tissue, so my next issue is how to diss you They call me Storm, from the day I was born I've been known to break the coldest mothafucka 'til his heart's warm I ain't never been the type to wait at home alone Just 'cause we bone don't mean you own me, nigga, I'm grown [Chorus: Michel'le] You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' [Collision: 2Pac] Hahhahaha, yeah nigga Let a nigga hang out with the homies, you know, baby Ay, a nigga that hang out more will come home and love you better—you feel me, sweetheart? Let that nigga be free! Don't have that nigga all up under you! Let him run with his niggas! Let the nigga run the street, boo, let him run the streets! [Verse 3: Napoleon] I'd rather run the streets then make some mail And put the game down tight For these gamin' bitches could get it right It might be yo' plan that I'm choosin' Don't get it confusion Because I'm known for showin' examples how I do it Thinkin' I'm new to this because I'm younger Why only leave you suspicious and I wonder And at the end I'll make a come up Nigga, was raised up off of M.O.B Fetti over somethin' that's tellin' me don't run the streets [Verse 4: 2Pac] So tell me, am I wrong For tryin' to communicate through a song? I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone All my homies is waitin' for me Plottin' on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gonna be So meet me at 3' and don't be late, nigga We hangin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor I heard it's poppin' at a club But they say I can't get in 'cause I'm dressed like a thug Until I die I'll be gang related Got me strivin' for a million, stayin' motivated Now that we made it, it's a battle just for the big money I'm livin' wild, no smiles, 'cause ain't a thing funny I came up hungry, just a lil nigga tryna make it I only got one chance so I gotta take it You never know when it's all gonna happen The rappin' or the drugs But until then give me love and let me run the streets [Chorus: Michel'le] You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be be waitin' [Outro: 2Pac] Let a nigga run the streets, boo Page me, hahah, I'll call you back Just let me hang with my niggas Why you actin' like that Michel'le, ha? You know nigga wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit I told you I was comin' back later on, right? So you don't believe a nigga? Just cook for a nigga, pleaaase! Make some of that shit you made last meal Some of them ribs and shit I'll be back through later tonight, I'm havin' some weed We finna drink some Hennessy and some Alize We finna eat that foods, smoke a lil blunt Lay up in the bed, watch umm... Jay Leno or somethin' Then after that? Shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby Just let a nigga run with the homies Let me go kick it with my niggas When I come back, I be all yours, for real [Chorus: Michel'le] You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin' You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waitin' for you Until you get through, I'll be waitin'