Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Get Free II, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I Get Free II |
| 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: repeat 2X |
| 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 I heard a snicker a laugh, I 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 slip as quick as the wind, it’s me again, fuck friends |
| My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in Fuck em I’m out to get out, they all thought |
| I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off |
| Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? |
| And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch |
| Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real |
| The nigga will kick it, I’ll enforce it with the steel |
| These are lessons that I learned in jail |
| Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell |
| Now I’m workin with connects that I got in the pen |
| In no time I’ll be clockin again |
| Heyyy, 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 me crazy |
| Now how long will it take, to get a hook |
| Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks |
| I devised a plan, I’m in the trunk while she drives |
| but man, 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, in misery |
| The nigga you don’t wanna see |
| When 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! |