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(feat. J. Valentine) Damn, what am I gonna do now Oh,Shit (When I get free, yeah, yeah) [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 [Verse 1:] Them bitches is back, 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 dome in Fuck em I'm bout to get out, they all soft I blow up like a 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 Letras de cancionesUsing lessons that I learned in jail Rule one, fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Network with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] 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 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 the van 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 ya so I planned, your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Stuck in my cell, the pen ain't nothing like the country jail When will they let me down, walking through the yard I pray to God, first nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred up I'm back on the scene, I'm hitting knees in the back of a limousine Puffing on weed as we game on the drunk hoes Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, you punk hoes What I possess is to be rich, in currency Paranoid niggaz like bitches, when they come to see me Laid out, played out, that nigga barely breathing As for that bullshit punk, nigga and now we're even But I wait, until it's time and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime, this life of mine Until I get free, my prophecy is niggaz screaming, as if they're bleeding in agony And as soon as they popped my gate, I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake [Chorus: x3] 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 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 From Letras Mania