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Soon as I get homeSoon as I get homeDear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad penTryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary timesBe so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to dieI'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cellStranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bailI wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast JagsI blast and wonder how long will I lastMy memories fade when I'm intoxicatedBustas is shadySo I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever fadedI know I said it all before but now I mean itVisions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see itEven though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategyOf makin' these chips come so easilyI max out in the morning, baby life is goodMe and you against the whole hoodLetras de cancionesSoon as I come homeGarb my strap, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backGo get the money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I come homeSittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'But now you out in the world while I'm twisted in prisonLove letters come daily, words of affectionYou send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sexStay wide open, keep your eyes peeledAnd 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, guards tryin' to get your numberYou don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump inFrontin', late nights reminiscin'Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the airPrepare for the riot, it's padlocks in my socksSteel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug loveAnd then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm goneRelease me to the streets in the morningIt's on soon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeSince you've been goneMy whole life's been like a game of see-LowTake and pick like they keep a see-noteFillin' my dreams like Nino BrownThe whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook upNarcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blatedWantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plasticYeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the wordYou get parol on the third, it's all out we just heardWe 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' badTricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dadBut learned through the crew, lessons between me and youAnd once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could doMeanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phoneHopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you homeWhat?Grab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backLet's get my money out the safeIt's time to turn the streets into a war zoneSoon as I get homeGrab my gats, locate my comradesLet's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' backGo get my money out the safe
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"Soon as I Get Home" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Alex Landy Hill, Quincy Delight Iii Jones, Michael Marshall, Marcus Arnett Thompson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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