2Pac – Run Tha Streetz Lyrics

Produced By: 2Pac & Johnny J

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[Hook (x2): Michel'le]
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 ten
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 playa 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 stratagies 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
Fighting over something
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
Plotin' on plans that we made and all tha 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)]

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