| Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?
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| Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!
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| Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga
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| Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man
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| What’s the number? |
| 323−6545, tell her it’s Pac
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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 I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news
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| And 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 slip as quick as the wind, it’s me again, fuck friends
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| My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in Fuck em I’m out to get out, they all thought
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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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| Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real
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| The nigga will kick it, I’ll enforce it with the steel
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| These are lessons that I learned in jail
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| Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell
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| Now I’m workin with connects that I got in the pen
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| In no time I’ll be clockin again
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| Heyyy, 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, to a young
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| motherfucker facin eighty that’s enough to make me crazy
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| Now how long will it take, to get a hook
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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
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| but man, 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 a cell
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| Locked in jail, I couldn’t touch her so I planned, in misery
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| The nigga you don’t wanna see
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| When I get free, believe that shit
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| Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker
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| I’ll be out this motherfucker in a few days
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| I’ll pay these bitches back in spades
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| Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes
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| we gonna play these bitches
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| That’s how we do this shit
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| Fuck that I’m out, C.O. |
| turn the fuckin lights out! |