[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh shit!
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[Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass
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Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
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Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
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There'll be trouble when they see me
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[2Pac]
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Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news
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You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
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Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
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These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but
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I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them
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Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in
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Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft
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I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
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Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?
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And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch
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Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket
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Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it
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I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail
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Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell
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Network with connects that I got in the pen
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In no time I'll be clockin again
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[Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing
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[2Pac]
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Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past
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Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash
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Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side
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My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died
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And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe
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me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze
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Cause she keep on callin me baby
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To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy
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Now how long will it take, to get her hooked
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Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks
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I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van
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Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man
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If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell
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All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell
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Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery
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The nigga you don't wanna see
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[Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing
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[2Pac]
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Stuck in my cell
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The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail
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When will they let me bail?
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Walkin through the yard, I play the God
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First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred
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I'm, back on the scene
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I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed
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as we game on the drunk hoes
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Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way
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we used to play, you punk hoes
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What I posess is to be rich, in currency
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Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me
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Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin
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As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even
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But I wait, until it's time
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and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime
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This life of mine.. until I get free
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My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony
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As soon as they popped my gate
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I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake
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[Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing
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[Chorus] - 1/2
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[2Pac]
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When I get free
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Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free
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Pop the gate, I'm back baby!
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When I get free.. we up out this bitch
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When I Get Free Feat J. Valentine
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