When I Get Free II

When I Get Free II

2Pac

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 want to 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!

Written by SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARU / CLARKE, STANLEY MARVIN / ROSSER, CHRISTOPHER ELDON / ROSSER, CONRAD ERSKINE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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