2Pac & Yaki Kadafi - Soon As I Get Home | Текст песни

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Soon as I get home...

Soon as I get home...

Dear baby it's me

Again stuck inside this mad pen

Tryin' to pay my debt fpor all my sins

These is penitentiary times

Be so heavy on my mind

At times... it's like I'm livin' just to die

I'm livin' in hell

Stuck in my jail cell

Stranded in the county jail

Waitin' for my chance to post bail

I wanna be paid in large stacks

And mash in fast Jags

I blast and wonder how long will I last

My memories fade when I'm intoxicated

Bustas is shady

So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded

I know I said it all before but now I mean it

Visions of me and you ballin'... so crystal clear I see it

Even though you mad at me

You'll be glad to see the strategy

Of makin' these chips come... so easily

I max out in the morning baby life is good

Me and you against the whole hood

Soon as I come home...

Garb my strap

Locate my comrades

Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back

Go get the money out the safe

It's time to turn the streets into a warzone

Soon as I come home...

Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'

But now you out in the world... while I'm twisted in prison

Love letters come daily

Words of affection

You send me money and nude pictures... beggin' for some sex

Stay wide open keep your eyes peeled

And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'

Plus I never have to worry about a visit

'Cause you're there daily

Gaurds tryin' to get your number

You don't dare tell me

Tongue kissin' steady humpin'

Tryin' to touch you somethin'

'Fore the C.O. in the corner jump in

Frontin'

Late nights reminiscin'

Everybody's queit

I think somethin's in the air

Prepare for the riot

It's padlocks in my socks

Steel from the bed springs

I touch 'em with thug love

And then let they heads ring

Started a war but now I'm gone

Release me to the streets in the morning

It's on

Soon as I get home...

Grab my gats

Locate my comrades

Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back

Let's get my money out the safe

It's time to turn the streets into a warzone

Soon as I get home...

Kadafi

Since you've been gone

My whole life's been like a game of c-low

Take and pick like they keep a c-note

Fillin' my dreams like Nino... Brown

The whole town be shook up

And me and mama survivin'

Depends on how many rocks... the young nigga cook up

Narcotics got drastic

Seen 'em niggas you blated

Wantin' me in a casket

On the grind coppin' plastic

Yeah nigga I heard

Little Moo gave the word

You get parol on the third

It's all out we just heard

We out here frontin'

Still here but all about nothin'

My double o's what I'm wantin'

And I'm tryin' to see somethin'

That we ain't never had

Luxury life results... livin' bad

Tricks of the trade

Shit that should've been taught by dad

But learned through the crew

Lessons between me and you

And once we lock this shit down

It ain't a thing they could do

Meawhile I stay waitin' by the phone

Hopin' I get the call

Tellin' a nigga that you home...

2PAC

What?

Grab the gats

Locate my comrades

Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back

Go get my money out the safe

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