When I Get Free (Letra)

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when i get free

Guess who’s back, and ready to knock off
A cop or two
Cuz me and the crew can still
Get our rocks off
Pentintiary, don’t stop a nigga
Cuz he in jail
Hell, i’m making my money on the streets
From here in the cell
I’m living prop
Cops is having fits
Just made a profit
You punks ain’t stoping shit
I still remember what my momma told me
Find the cop that killed who killed brother
Send him to hell looking holy
Cause a real nigga loved to brawl
Whats raw, is a nigga thats above the law.
Keep pressing your luck and get fucked
Think a nigga don’t know whats up
Cuz he locked up
But in the meantime
Get swole, clean time
Concentrate on getting green time
And as the years go by
They forgot about the small time soldier from the block
Huh
To kill the crook
They through the book at me
Don’t worry be nappy, don’t even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push ups till i swole up
And then they offered me a ferload
But what they don’t know
Is as soon as i get free i’m killing 5 more
They asked me if i changed much.
I told them yea even though im still the same nut.
Started askin me questions about my brother
Makin remarks about my mother.
Wait a minute, hold up
Making jokes about my folks
Will get yours blown up
He sent me back to the whole
For what i told him
I guess he didn’t believe me
So i showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
Nigga, thats what you get for badger me
And anybody else trying to sweat me
I’m already in jail so you punks can’t get me
You better pray you never see me
Cause if they let me free
Prepare for trouble on the streets.
When i get free

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When i get free

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When I Get Free (Letra)

Tupac

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[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