2pac - Soon As I Get Home lyrics

(feat. Yaki Kadafi)

[Intro: 2Pac]

Soon As I Get Home, Soon As I Get Home

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen

trying to pay my debt for all my sins

See this penitentiary time be so heavy on my mind

at times its 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, I mash so fast

I blast

wondering how long will I last

My memories fade when I'm intoxicated

busters be shady

so I'm dumping on cowards daily

we never faded

I know I said it all before but now I mean it

visions of you and me 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 world

Soon as I get home

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Grab my gat, locate my comrads

Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back

Go get the money out the safe

It's time to turn the streets to a war zone

Soon as I get home

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Sittin here looking at pictures of you and me living

but now your out in the world, while I'm twisted in prison

Love letters come daily

words of perfection

you send me money and news clips, beggin for sex and..

Stay wide open, keep yours eyes peeled

in my advice you keep it real and they can die squealing

Plus I never have to worry about a visit, cause your there daily

guards trying to get your number, you don't dare tell me

Tongue kissing, steady humpin, trying to accomplish something

before the co. and the warden jump in, frontin

Late night reminiscing, everybody's quiet

I think something in the air, prepare for the riot

In padlocks and my socks, tied to the bed frame

I touch her thug love, but they got my head in pain

Started a war but now I'm gone

release me to the streets in the morning its on

Soon as I get home

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]

See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo

fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino

Brown, the whole town be shook up

and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up

Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted

wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster

Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word

you get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served

We out here frontin, still don't care about nothin

rollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had

came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade

shit shoulda been taught by dad

But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you

and once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do

Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone

hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home.

[chorus x8]