Run Tha Streetz

[Chorus: Michel'le]
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll just 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 f*ck with a motherf*cker like you
See, I don't like a motherf*cker that be all lonely and sh*t
All up under me, tellin' me we havin' gold
In case she gold ringin' when I'm comin' home
And all of that ol' crazy sh*t, what type of life I live

[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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga's in the house, now you can rest
I bet'cha never screamed a n*gga's whole name out
And felt the pleasure and the pain
About to f*ck 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 n*gga 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 been 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 in one minute" type of ho
You know

[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 f*ckin' you
I ain't the b*tch to love ya, can't do a damn thang for you
If you ain't about money, nine times outta ten I'll ignore you
It's a man's world, but real women make the sh*t go 'round
Disrespect and I clown the type of b*tch to throw down
Throw up the block 'cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss play ya with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holla if you understand my plan, ladies, f*ck havin' babies
By them shady-ass n*ggas, 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 been known to break the coldest mothaf*cka '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, n*gga, 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 n*gga
Let a n*gga hang out with the homies, you know, baby
Ay, a n*gga that hang out more will come home and love you better—you feel me, sweetheart? Let a n*gga be free!
Don't have a n*gga all up under you!
Let him run with his n*ggas!
Let the n*gga run the street, boo, let him run the streets!

[Verse 3: Mutah]
I'd rather run the streets than make some mail
And put the game down tight
For these gamin' b*tches could get it right
It might be a plan that I'm choosin'
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 suspicious and to wonder
And at the end I make a come up
n*gga, 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, n*gga
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 n*gga 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'

[Collision: 2Pac]
Let a n*gga run the streets, boo
I hate you, hahah, I'll call you back
Just let me hang with my n*ggas
Why you actin' like that Michel'le, ha?
You know n*gga wanna kick it with his homeboys and sh*t
I told you I was comin' back later on, right?
So you don't believe a n*gga?
Just cook for a n*gga, pleaaase!
Make some of that sh*t you made last meal
Some of them breads and sh*t
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 out Jay Leno or somethin'
Then after that, sh*t, do whatever comes to mind, baby
Just let a n*gga run with the homies
Let me go kick it with my n*ggas
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'