Run Tha Streetz (feat. Storm, Mutah & Michelle) - 2Pac

[Mack 10] Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's Go fast ballers, bangin six gears Three time felons with the tattooed tears For all the homies out there that cook it up good Distributin so up they project a neighborhood Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left Cause real street riders, let em roll to the death I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought? Chorus: Mack 10 From the streets, from the streets, from the streets Tell em where I'm from! From the streets I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come [Mack 10] I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise For haters that resent me, they jealous evidently Cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for real So check my resume and tell me what it say I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g. Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done Now who wanna test and try push around Mack Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh? Chorus 2X [Mack 10] Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh Killas on my payroll's a chain of command But my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin Every room in my house stay flooded with heat Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know? Chorus 2X [Vocoder outro] From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo From the streets.

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

The clouds come rolling in Thunder crashing through the air The sky is gray again Feel the darkness in the wind Feel the rain come down Cutting right down through my skin My heart it bleeds again Knowing this will never end The clock is ticking I cannot sleep Once again Lightning crashing through my head Here it comes again I can't hold back the tears I fell into the storm I fell into the storm The Storms a comin' I've got to find some shelter Knowing there's nowhere to run The water's swelling over Clouds cover up the sun The flood is breaking through Washing all hope away Trying to get through Live to die another day The clock is ticking I cannot sleep Once again Lightning crashing through my head Here it comes again I can't hold back the tears I fell into the storm I fell into the storm Please help me The Storms a comin' Buddah's here to warn ya' Buddah Tha God ya' In the eye of the storm Is where I feel the most comfortable I was taught be a good man Get a good wife Live a good life And good things will come to you Now those good things are done for you Cause you took them for granted Now you feel the crunch Hear the crash and the boom See a great big plume as you fall to the planet Life can get hard We don't really understand it Gotta stand our ground We was built to withstand it So when the lighting comes again The ground starts rumbling You hear the demons mumbling Turn up your stereos Cause here it comes again The clock is ticking I cannot sleep Once again Lightning crashing through my head Here it comes again I can't hold back the tears I fell into the storm I fell into the storm 'Ooh, ooh, ee-ooh' I fell in I fell in I fell into the storm I fell in I fell in I fell into the storm Oh I fell in I fell in I fell into the storm Oh I fell in I fell in I fell into the storm I hope there comes a day Where I can find a way To let the sun come shining through The rain it hides my tears Thunder feeds my fears Fills my clouded dreams with you