Run The Streets (Collision 1, Verse 1, Collision 2, Verse 2, & Outro) lyrics

[Collision 1]
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 on me and sh*t
All up under a n*gga, telling me where I can go
Can she go with me? When I'm coming home?
And all that ol' crazy sh*t, type of life I live

[Verse 1]
Now, peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a player
Some love making and homecooking, 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 enemiеs, baby, hold my pistol
And wrap your arms around a n*gga every time I kiss you, can you visualizе 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 you never screamed a n*gga's whole name out
And felt the pleasure and the pain
'Bout 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
[Collision 2]
Hahahahaha, yeah, n*gga
Let a n*gga hang out with the homies, you know, baby
Ayy, a n*gga that hang out more will come home and love you better—ya feel me, sweetheart? Let that n*gga be free
Don't have that 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 2]
So, tell me, am I wrong
For trying to 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 gonna be
So, meet me at 3' and don't be late, n*gga
We hanging out all night while drinking straight liquor
I heard it's popping 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 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' 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 rapping or the drugs
But, until then, give me love and let me run the streets
Let a n*gga run the streets, boo
[Outro]
Page me, hahah, I'll call you back
Just let me hang with my n*ggas
Why you acting like that Michel'le, hah?
You know n*gga wanna kick it with his homeboys and sh*t
I told cha I was coming back later on, right?
So, ya don't believe a n*gga?
Just cook for a n*gga, please
Make some of that sh*t you made last meal
Some of them ribs and sh*t
I'll be back through later tonight, I'm having 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, um, Jay Leno or something
Then, after that? sh*t, we could 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