You better pray they never see me Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets. When I get free Chorus: When I get free (3X) Chorus
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
s harmonizing] [Chorus - 1/2] [2Pac] When I get free Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby! When I get free..
be trouble when they see me When I Get Free Yeah Nigga When I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby When I get free We up out this bitch
crew from the heart of the city When the amps are on, they'll take no pity 'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin' When you talk about
unwind So much pressure in this life of mine I cry at times I once contemplated suicide And woulda tried But when I held that nine All I could see
't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get
- niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all
I delete then flee The art of war Livin' sucka free Get wit' me Motherfucker don't sleep [Chorus x2: 2Pac] Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on
Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind
only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only
" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! [Verse Three] Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and
time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could
to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies
a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die Picture a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly Got me missin dead homies wishin