2 Pac Lyrics

Damn, what am I gonna do now
Oh, s**t

(When I get free, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus] 2x
When I get free, motherf**kers 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

Them b***hes is back, take a look at the evening news
And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
These motherf**kers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, f**k friends
My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in
f**k em I'm bout to get out, they all soft
I blow up like a 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 b***h
Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real
The nigga will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel
Using lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one, f**k 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] 2x

[Verse 2]
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 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 motherf**ker facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy
Now how long will it take, to get a hook
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 a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch ya so I planned, your misery
The nigga you don't wanna see

[Chorus] 2x

Still in my cell, the pen ain't nothing like the country jail
When will they let me down, walking through the yard
I pray to God, first nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred
I'm back on the scene, I'm hitting knees in the back of a limousine
Puffing on weed as we game on the drunk hoes
Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, punk hoes
What I posess is to be rich, in currency
Paranoid like b***hes, when they come to see me
Laid out, played out, that nigga barely breathing
As for that bulls**t punk, nigga and now we're even
But I wait, for a different time, and wait, for a different way to profit off this crime, this life of mine
Until I get free, my prophecy is niggaz screaming, as if they bleeding begging me
And as soon as they popped my gate, I knew these mother f**kers made a mistake

[Chorus] 3x
When I get free, motherf**kers 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

When I Get Free
Yeah Nigga
When I get motherf**kin free
Pop the gate, I'm back baby
When I get free
We up out this b***h



 
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