Run Tha Streetz Lyrics By 2Pac
Ayo, Storm (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Honestly, I think I could fuck with a motherfucka like you (I'll be waiting for you)
See, I don't like a motherfucka that be all on me and shit (Until you get through)
All up under a **** (I'll be waiting)
Telling me where I can go (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Can she go with me? When I'm coming home? (I'll be waiting for you)
And all that old crazy shit (Until you get through)
Type of life I'm living (I'll be waiting)
Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a player
Some love-making and home cooking, I'll see you later
It don't take a lot to keep a **** 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 **** 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 ****'s in the house, now you can rest
I bet ya never screamed a ****'s whole name out
And felt the pleasure and the pain, 'bout 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 **** space or you'll drive me crazy, run the streets
Yo, Pac (You can run the streets with your thugs)
You know I'm sixteen-strong behind you, boo (I'll be waiting for you)
But I gotta do what I gotta do (Until you get through)
I gotta run them streets, you know? (I'll be waiting)
I ain't no clean-up-woman type ho (You can run the streets with your thugs)
I'll be waiting for you
You know? (Until you get through)
I'll be waiting
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 you
Can't do a damn thing 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 that throw down
Throw up the block 'cause nothing stops my chips
A boss player with tits that twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck having babies by them shady-ass **** swearing he can save me
My strategy's official, checking your 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 motherfucka till 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, ****, I'm grown
Haha, yeah, **** (You can run tha streets with your thugs)
Let a **** hang out with the homies, you know, baby? (I'll be waiting for you)
Hey, a **** that hang out more (Until you get through)
Will come home and love you better (I'll be waiting)
You feel me, sweetheart? Let that **** be free (You can run tha streets with your thugs)
Don't have that **** all up under you (I'll be waiting for you)
Let him run with his ****, let a **** run the streets, boo (Until you get through)
Let him run the streets (I'll be waiting)
I'd rather run the streets to make some mail
And to put the game down tight, for these gamin' bitches could get it right
It might be your plan that I'm choosing
Don't get in confusion because I'm known for showing examples how I do it
Thinking I'm new to this because I'm younger
Will only leave you suspicious and to wonder, and at the end, I make a come-up
****, was raised up off M-O-B
Fetti over something that's telling me don't run the streets
So tell me, am I wrong for tryna communicate through a song?
I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise, I'll be gone
All my homies is waiting for me
Plotting on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gon' be
So meet me at three and don't be late, ****
We hanging out all night while drinking straight liquor
I heard it's popping at the 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 striving for a million
Staying motivated, now that we made it
It's a battle just for the big money
I'm living wild, no smiles 'cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry, just a lil' **** tryna make it
I only got one chance, so I gotta take it
You never know when it's all gonna happen, the rapping or the drugs
But until then, give me love and let me run the streets
Let a **** run the streets, boo (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Page me (I'll be waiting for you)
I'll call you back, baby (Until you get through)
Just let me hang with my **** (I'll be waiting)
Why you acting like that, Michel'le, like, huh? (You can run the streets with your thugs)
You know a **** wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit (I'll be waiting for you)
I told you I was coming back later on, right? Oh, so you don't believe a ****? (Until you get through)
Just cook for a **** (I'll be waiting)
Please (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Make some of that shit you made last week (I'll be waiting for you)
Some of them ribs and shit, I'll be back through later tonight (Until you get through)
I'ma have some weed, we finna drink some Hennessy (I'll be waiting)
And some Alizé, we finna eat that food (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Smoke a little blunt, lay up in the bed (I'll be waiting for you)
Watch, uh, Jay Leno or something (Until you get through)
Then after that, shit, we can do whatever comes to mind, baby (I'll be waiting)
Just let a **** run with the homies (You can run the streets with your thugs)
Let me go kick it with my **** (I'll be waiting for you)
When I come back, I'll be all yours (Until you get through)
I'll be waiting
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waiting for you
Until you get through
I'll be waiting
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waiting for you
Until you get through
I'll be waiting
