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(feat. J. Valentine)
Pac d*mn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh s**t!
Jay Get free.. yeah yeah
Chorus: repeat 2X
When I get free, motherfkers 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 girls is foul, take a look at the evening news
You'll see a nigg* gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
These motherfkers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them
fk friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in
fk '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 tryin to test me trick?
And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me b*tch
Main thang was to make a nigg* meal ticket
Only if you with the real, the nigg* will kick it
I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one: fk 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 nigg* 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 motherfker 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 that was frontin while I sat up in the cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery
The nigg* 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 nigg* disrespect me first nigg* 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 like girls when they come and see me
Laid out, played out, the nigg* barely breathin
As for that bulls**t punk, nigg* 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 screamin, as if they bleed in agony
As soon as they popped my gate
I knew these motherfkers made a mistake
Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing
Chorus - 1/2
2Pac
When I get free
Hahaha.. yeah nigg*, when I get motherfkin free
Pop the gate, I'm back baby!