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Tupac ft. Kadafi - Soon As I Get Home

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Lyrics: [2Pac] Dear baby, it's me again stuck inside this max pen tryin' to pay me debt, for all my sins... see, these penatentary 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, busters are shady, so I'm dumpin' 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 tho' you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy of makin' these chicks cum so easily... I max out in the morning, baby life is good, me and you against the whole hood... soon as I come home... [Chorus] Grab my straps, locate my comrades, lets 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 war zone, soon as I get home... [2Pac] Sittin' here lookin' 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 sexin... stay wide open, keep yo eyes peeled, and my advice is keep it real or you can die squelin'... plus I never had to worry 'bout a visit, cause your there daily, guard tryin' to get ya number, you don't dare tell me... tongue kissin', steady humpin', tryin to touch up something, before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin'... late night reminiscencin' everybodys quiet, I think somethings 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... [Chorus] Grab my gats, locate my co