Run Tha Streetz

[Hook: Michel'le] (x2)

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waiting for you

Until you get through

I'll be waiting

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa

Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later

It don't take a lot to keep a nigga hard

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 everytime 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'cha never screamed a nigga's whole name out

And felt the pleasure and the pain

About to fuck the very taste out your mouth

If you 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

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2: Storm]

Now me and you was 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 to love ya

Can't do a damn thang for you, if ya ain't about money

9 times outta 10, I'll ignore you, it's a man's world

But real women make the shit go around

Disrespect and I clown the type of bitch to throw down

Throw up the block cause nothin' stops my chips

I boss play ya with this, then twist you lame tricks

Holler 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 tounge kiss ya

Soft as tissue

So my next issue is 'how to diss you ?'

They call me Storm from the day I was born

I been known to break the coldest motherfucker, til his hearts 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

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3]

[Mutah]

I'd rather run the streets to make some mail

And put the game down tight

For these gamin' bitches could get it right

It might be a plan that I'm chosen

Don't get in confusion

Because I'm known for showin' examples how I do it

Thinkin' I'm new to this, because I'm younger

Where I'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder

And at the end I make a come up

Nigga, was raised up off of M.O.B

Fetti over something

That's tellin' me don't run the streets

[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 game 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, tryin' to make it

I only got one chance, so I gotta take it

Ya 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

[Hook] (x7)