[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, motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but

I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them

Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in

Fuck '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: fuck 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 motherfucker 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 bullshit 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 motherfuckers made a mistake



[chorus] + j. valentine's harmonizing



[chorus] - 1/2



[2pac]

When i get free

Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when i get motherfuckin free

Pop the gate, i'm back baby!

When i get free.. we up out this bitch


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