[2Pac]
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As soon as I get home
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Soon as as I get home
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Dear baby, it's me again
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stuck inside this max pen
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tryin' to pay me debt, for all my sins...
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see, these penatentary times be so heavy on my mind,
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at times it's like I'm livin' just to die...
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I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell,
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stranded in the county jail,
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waitin' for my chance to post bail...
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I wanna be paid in large stacks,
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and mash in FAST JAGS,
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I blast and wonder how long will I last...
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my memories fade when I'm intoxicated, busters are shady,
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so I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy when ever faded...
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I know I said it all before, but now I mean it,
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visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear I seen it...
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even tho' you mad at me,
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you'll be glad to see the strategy of makin' these chicks cum so easily...
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I max out in the morning, baby life is good,
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me and you against the whole hood...
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soon as I come home...
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[Chorus]
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Grab my straps, locate my comrades,
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lets get my enemies not knowin' i'm comin' back,
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Go get the money out the safe,
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it's time to turn the streets into a war zone,
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soon as I get home...
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[2Pac]
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Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin',
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but now you out in the world, while I'm twistin in prison...
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love letters come daily, words of affection, you send me money,
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and nude pictures beggin' for some sexin...
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stay wide open, keep yo eyes peeled,
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and my advice is keep it real or you can die squelin'...
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plus I never had to worry 'bout a visit, cause your there daily,
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guard tryin' to get ya number, you don't dare tell me...
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tongue kissin', steady humpin',
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tryin to touch up something,
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before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin'...
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late night reminiscencin' everybodys quiet,
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I think somethings in the air, prepare for the riot...
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It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love,
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and then let they heads ring, started a war, but now I'm gone,
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release me to the streets in the morning, it's on,
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soon as I get home...
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[Chorus]
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Grab my gats, locate my comrades,
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lets get my enemies not knowin' i'm comin' back,
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lets get the money out the safe,
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it's time to turn the streets into a war zone,
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soon as I get home...
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[Khadafi]
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So keep it goin'
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My whole lifes been like a game of Cee-low,
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thinkin' big like they keep to me no feelings, my dreams like Nino...
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brown the whole town be shook up,
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and me and momma survived the pick up,
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how many rocks I made to cook up...
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narcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted,
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wantin' me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic...
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yeah nigga I heard you, Lil' Mo gave the word,
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you get paroled on the 3rd, you sold love, we out here frontin'...
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still here but all about nothing, but double o's is
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what I'm wantin', and I'm tryin' to say something, that we ain't never had...
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luxuery life, results livin' bad, tricks of the trade,
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shit that should've been taught by dad...
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but learn, do the crew, lessons between me and you,
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and once we lock this shit down it ain't a thing they can do...
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meanwhile I stay waitin' by the phone,
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hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home...
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[Chorus]
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Grab the gats, locate my comrades,
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lets get my enemies not knowin' i'm comin' back,
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lets get the money out the safe,
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it's time to turn the streets into a war zone,
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soon as I get home...
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Grab my gats, locate my comrades,
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go get my enemies not knowin' i'm comin' back,
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lets get my money out the safe,
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it's time to turn the streets into a war zone,
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soon as I get home...
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[Chorus] x4
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Grab my gats, locate my comrades,
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lets get my enemies not knowin' i'm comin' back,
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go get my money out the safe,
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it's time to turn the streets into a war zone,
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soon as I get home...
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Soon As I Get Home
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| 2Pac |
