QDIII - Soon as I Get Home lyrics
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this max pen Tryna pay my debt for all my sins See, these penitentiary times be so heavy on my mind At times it's like I'm living just to die I'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell Stranded in the county jail, waiting 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 Busters are shady, so I'm dumping on cowards Crazy when ever faded I know I said it all before, but now I mean it Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear I seen it Even though you mad at me You'll be glad to see the strategy Of making 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 get home [Hook: 2Pac] Grab my straps, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back Soon as I get home Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I come home [Verse 2: 2Pac] Sittin' here looking at pictures of me and you livin' But now you out in the world, while I'm twistin' in prison Love letters come daily, words of affection You send me money and nude pictures beggin' for some s**in' Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled And my advice is "Keep it real or you can die squeelin'." Plus I never had to worry 'bout a visit ‘Cause you're there daily Guards tryna get your number, you don't dare tell me Tongue-kissing, steady humpin', tryna touch up somethin' Before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin' Late night reminiscing, everybody's quiet I think something'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 I started a war, but now I'm gone Release me to the streets in the morning It's on, soon as I get home [Hook: 2Pac] Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back Let's get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home [Verse 3: Yaki Khadafi] Since you've been gone My whole life's been like a game of Cee-low Thinking big, like the kid from Casino Fulfillin' my dreams, like Nino Brown, the whole town be shook up And me and Mama surviving Depends on how many rocks a n***a cook up Narcotics got traffic, seen those n***as you blasted Wanting me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic Yeah, n***a, I heard, Lil' Mu gave the word You get paroled on the third, it's all love We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin' But double O's is what I'm wantin' And I'm tryna see somethin' that we ain't never had Luxury life, results living bad Tricks of the trade, sh** that should've been taught by Dad But learned through the crew Lessons between me and you And once we lock this sh** down it ain't a thing they can do Meanwhile I stay waiting by the phone Hoping I'll get a call telling a n***a that you home [Hook: 2Pac *repeats until end*] Grab the gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home