[Pac] Damn..
what I ma do now? When I get free..
oh shit! [Jay] Get free..
yeah yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free
mother ers better watch they ass Soon as I get released
I ma clock some cash Did some time locked down
but I m back on the street There ll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul
take a look at the evening news You ll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a
frame up
tryin to keep me out the game
stuck These mother ers tryin to dirty up my name
but I m slippin quick as the wind
it s me or them friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in em I m bout to get out
they all soft I blow up like gauge
and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket Only if you with the real
the nigga will kick it I ll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: a busta he can burn in Hell Network with connects that I got in the pen In no time I ll be clockin again [Chorus + J.
Valentine s harmonizing] [2Pac] Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect
ain t no respect on the other side My cellmate s suicidal cause his mother died And my C.O.
is a lady
and I m thinkin maybe me and her can hook up a scheme
to be Swayze Cause she keep on callin me baby To a young mother er facin eighty that s enough to make you crazy Now how long will it take
to get her hooked Got her watchin me liftin weights
sneakin looks I devised a plan
I m in the trunk while she drives the van Ain t no disguise I ma die as a man If we make it then I m takin it to Hell All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell Locked in jail
I couldn t touch her so I planned your misery The nigga you don t wanna see [Chorus + J.
Valentine s harmonizing] [2Pac] Stuck in my cell The pen ain t nuttin like the county jail When will they let me bail? Walkin through the yard
I play the God First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred I m
back on the scene I m hittin knees in the back of a limousine
puffin on weed as we game on the drunk hoes Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play
you punk hoes What I posess is to be rich
in currency Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me Laid out
played out
the nigga barely breathin As for that punk
nigga n-now we even But I wait
until it s time and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime This life of mine..
until I get free My prophecy is niggaz screamin
as if they bleed in agony As soon as they popped my gate I knew these mother ers made a mistake [Chorus + J.
Valentine s harmonizing] [Chorus - 1/2] [2Pac] When I get free Hahaha..
yeah nigga
when I get mother in free Pop the gate
I m back baby! When I get free..
we up out this bitch

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