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