Ay Trusty Trusty what you want man? Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes damn! Shit come on 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 mother ers 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 mother ers tryin to dirty up my name but I slip as quick as the wind it s me again friends My foes be on a mission tryin to do me in 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: 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 [Chorus] 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 mother er 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 [Chorus 3X] When I get free believe that shit Yeah nigga your cigarette that phone call mother er I ll be out this mother er in a few days I ll pay these bitches back in spades Punk ass s long as my AK flexes we gonna play these bitches That s how we do that I m out C.O. turn the in lights out!
Compositores: Stanley Marvin Clarke, Tupac Amaru Shakur (2 Pac), Conrad Erskine Rosser (Conrad Rosser), Christopher Eldon Rosser (Chris Rosser) ECAD: Obra #4580007