Run Tha Streetz (ft. Michel'le, Storm, Mutah)

You can run the streets with your thugs (ay yo, Storm, honestly, I think)
I'll be waitin' for you (I think I can fuck with a motherfucker like you)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (see, I don't like a motherfucker that be all on me and shit)
You can run the streets with your thugs (all up under a nigga, tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? When I'm comin' home?)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (and all that ol' crazy shit, type of life I live)

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 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'cha 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

You can run the streets with your thugs (yo, Pac, you know I'm 16 strong behind you, boo)
I'll be waitin' for you (but I gotta do what I gotta do)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (I gotta run the streets, you know)
You can run the streets with your thugs (I ain't no "clean up woman" type of ho)
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (you know)

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

You can run the streets with your thugs (yeah, nigga)
I'll be waitin' for you (let a nigga hang out with the homies, you know, baby)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (ay, a nigga that hang out more will come home and love you better)
You can run the streets with your thugs (you feel me, sweetheart? Let that nigga be free)
I'll be waitin' for you (don't have that nigga all up under you, let him run with his niggas)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (let the nigga run the street, boo, let him run the streets)

I'd rather run the streets than 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

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 three 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

You can run the streets with your thugs (let a nigga run the streets, boo)
I'll be waitin' for you (page me, I'll call you back)
Until you get through, I'll be waitin' (just let me hang with my niggas)
You can run the streets with your thugs (why you actin' like that Michel'le, ha?)
I'll be waitin' for you (you know nigga wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit)
(I told you I was comin' back later on, right?) Until you get through
(So you don't believe a nigga?) I'll be be waitin'
(Just cook for a nigga)

You can run the streets with your thugs (please)
I'll be waitin' for you (make some of that shit you made last meal)
Until you get through (some of them ribs and shit, I'll be back through later tonight)
(I'm havin' some weed) I'll be waitin'
(We finna drink some Hennessy and some Alize) you can run the streets with your thugs
(We finna eat that foods, smoke a lil' blunt, lay up in the bed) I'll be waitin' for you
(Watch umm) until you get through (Jay Leno or somethin')
(Then after that? Shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby) I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs (just let a nigga run with the homies)
I'll be waitin' for you (let me go kick it with my niggas)
(When I come back) until you get through (I be all yours, for real), 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'

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'-



Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Edward Theodore Riley, Gene Griffin, Aaron Robin Iii Hall, Timothy William Gatling
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