| Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this max pen'
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| Tryna pay my debt for all my sins
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| See, these penitentiary times be so heavy on my mind
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| At times it's like I'm livin' just to die
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| I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
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| Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail
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| I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
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| I blast and wonder "How long will I last?"
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| My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
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| Bustas are shady so I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
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| I know I said it all before, but now I mean it
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| Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear I seen it
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| Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
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| Of makin' these chips come so easily
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| I max out in the morning, baby, life is good
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| Me and you against the whole hood – soon as I get home
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| Grab my straps, locate my comrades
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| Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
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| Soon as I get home
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| Go get the money out the safe
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| It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
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| Soon as I come home
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| Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
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| But now you out in the world, while I'm twistin' in prison
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| Love letters come daily, words of affection
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| You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sexin'
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| Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
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| And my advice is "Keep it real or you can die squeelin'."
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| Plus, I never had to worry 'bout a visit, ‘cause you're there daily
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| Guards tryna get your number, you don't dare tell me
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| Tongue-kissin', steady humpin', tryna touch up somethin'
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| Before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin'
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| Late night reminiscin', everybody's quiet
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| I think something's in the air, prepare for the riot
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| It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs
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| I touch 'em with thug love and then let they heads ring
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| I started a war but now I'm gone
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| Release me to the streets in the mornin', it's on soon as I get home
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| Grab my gats, locate my comrades
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| Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
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| Let's get my money out the safe
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| It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
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| Soon as I get home
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| Since you've been gone
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| My whole life's been like a game of Cee-low
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| Thinkin' big, like the kid from Casino
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| Fulfillin' my dreams like Nino
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| Brown, the whole town be shook up
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| And me and Mama survivin'
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| Depends on how many rocks a young nigga cook up
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| Narcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted
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| Wantin' me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic
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| Yeah, nigga, I heard, Lil' Mu gave the word
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| You get paroled on the third, it's all love with these herbs
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| We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
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| But double O's is what I'm wantin'
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| And I'm tryna see somethin' that we ain't never had
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| Luxury life, results livin' bad
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| Tricks of the trade, shit that shoulda been taught by Dad
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| But learned through the crew
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| Lessons between me and you
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| And once we lock this shit down it ain't a thing they can do
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| Meanwhile I stay waitin' by the phone
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| Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home
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| Grab the gats, locate my comrades
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| Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
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| Go get my money out the safe
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| It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
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| Soon as I get home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soon As I Get Home , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп