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2Pac - When I Get Free II lyrics
Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man? Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn! Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac 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 I heard a snicker a laugh, I 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 motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, fuck friends My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in Fuck em I'm out to get out, they all thought 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 Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real The nigga will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel These are lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again Chorus Heyyy, 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 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 but man, 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 her so I planned, in misery The nigga you don't wanna see Chorus 3X When I get free, believe that shit Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days I'll pay these bitches back in spades Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes we gonna play these bitches That's how we do this shit Fuck that I'm out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out |
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