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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Ricky Rouse
Ricky Rouse
Guitar
Tommy D. Daugherty
Tommy D. Daugherty
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Composer
Ricky Rouse
Ricky Rouse
Composer
Malcolm Greenidge
Malcolm Greenidge
Composer
K. Cox
K. Cox
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
We Got Kidz
We Got Kidz
Producer
Ricky Rouse
Ricky Rouse
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jim Danis
Jim Danis
Assistant Engineer
Tommy D. Daugherty
Tommy D. Daugherty
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Inmate 'Pac C57797, you got a visitor)
(Right there, stall 3)
[Verse 2]
(Hi, baby)
What's up, hunny?
(Hey, you know it's just only more week until family visit)
Yeah, I'ma rock them drawers
Yeah but you know, did you take care of that business I asked you to do?
(I made those deposits)
Okay that's cool, you bring that shit?
(Yeah, I got it)
Alright, see that guard over there? (Mhm)
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know wassup
(Alright, hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now)
What?
(Yeah Go-Go's out, I just saw him riding around the other day)
Ah, fuck that fool but anyway, what's happening with my moms?
(She gave me a message for you)
(She said she's sorry she can't be here today but she'll be here next week)
Alright well check this out, I got something real important I want you to tell her
[Verse 3]
(Come on, come on, this shit's over with)
(C'mon boy, back to your cell)
(I'm not done talking to him)
(Shut that shit up bitch, he's outta here c'mon)
Don't be calling my woman no bitch ****, I'll fuck you up
(Yeah yeah, fool what)
Let me out these chains with your broke ass sucka
(Yeah yeah, that's what they all say, fool)
Yeah what, let me out then
(Institutionalized and this is your home)
[Verse 4]
Guess who's back and ready to knock off a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The Penitentiary don't stop a **** 'cause he's in jail
Hell, I'm making more money on the street from here in a cell
I'm living proper, the coppers is having fits
I just made the profit, you punks ain't stopping shit
I still remember my momma told me
Find the cop who killed your brother
Send him to hell looking homely
'Cause a real **** love the law
What's raw is a **** that's above the law
Keep pressing your luck and get fucked
Think a **** don't know wassup 'cause he's locked up
[Verse 5]
But in the meantime it's get swoll, get clean time
Concentrate on getting green time
And as the years go by they forgot about
The small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill the crook they threw the book at me
Don't worry, be happy, don't even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push ups until I swole up
And then they offer me a furlough
But what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm killin' five mo'
They asked me if I changed much
I told 'em yeah even though I'm still the same nut
They started asking me questions 'bout my brother
And making remarks about my mother, hmm
Wait a minute, hold up
Making jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up
They sent me back to the hold for what I told 'em
I guess he didn't believe me so I showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
****, that's what you get for tryna badger me
And anybody else that wanna sweat me
I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me
You better pray they never see me
'Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets
[Verse 6]
When I get free, huh
When I get free, huh
When I get free
When I get free, huh
When I get free, huh
When I get free
When I get free
Written by: 2Pac, K. Cox, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Ricky Rouse
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