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] [x2]
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
Them bitches is foul, 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'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 out to get out, they all soft
I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why you niggaz tryin to test me trick?
And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch
Main thang was to make a meal ticket only if you with the real
Then 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]
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 em 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 a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned ya misery
The nigga you don't wanna see
[Chorus] [x3]
Stuck in my cell. The pen ain't nothin' 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 limosinine
Puffin on weed
As we game on the drunk hoes, hit the skunk
Reminisice on the way we used to play you punk hoes.
What I possess is to be rich in currency
Paranoid niggas be like bitches when they come and see me.
Laid out, played out
The nigga barely breathin'
That's for that bullshit punk nigga, and 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 niggas screamin
As if they bleedin in agony.
As soon as they popped my gate
I knew these mother fuckers made a mistake.
Chorus
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comWhen 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!*