Testi musica canzoni

Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?

Aww nigga let me get one of them cigarettes,
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) x2

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) x3

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!