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, motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, f**k friends
My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in
f**k 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 bit*h
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: f**k 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
motherf**ker 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 f**k your cigarette, f**k that phone call motherf**ker
I'll be out this motherf**ker in a few days
I'll pay these bit*hes back in spades
Punk as* bastards, long as my AK flexes
we gonna play these bit*hes
That's how we do this shit
f**k that I'm out, C.O. turn the f**kin lights out!
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