(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]