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'