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
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
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
Chorus 3X
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!
