Discover the poetic beauty in ‘When I Get Free II’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Hey Trusty, Trusty, what you want, man?
Aww, n****, let me get one of them cigarettes, here
S***, use the phone for a n****, use the phone
Aww, n****, use the phone for me, man
What’s the number? 3236545, tell her it’s Pac
When I get free, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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
I heard a snicker, a laugh, I take a look at the evenin’ news
An’ see a n**** gettin’ cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up? Tryin’ to keep me out the game, stuck
These motherf***ers tryin’ to dirty up my name but
I slip as quick as the wind, it’s me again, f*** friends
My foes be on a mission, tryin’ to do me in
F*** ’em, I’m out to get out, they all thought
I blow up like a gauge an’ in a rage blow they balls off
Why are you n****z tryin’ to test me, trick?
An’ be the first ones to snitch to arrest me, b****
An’ maintain with a n****
Meal ticket only if you with the real
The n**** will kick it, I’ll enforce it with the steel
These are lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one ‘F*** a busta, he can burn in Hell’
Now I’m workin’ with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I’ll be clockin’ again
When I get free, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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
Still sittin’ in my cell as I dwell on my past
Tryin’ to figure how a n**** turned dreams into cash
Quick call her collect, ain’t no respect from the other side
My cell mate’s suicidal ’cause his mother died
An’ my C.O. is a lady an’ I’m thinkin’ maybe
Me an’ her can hook up a scheme to be Swayze
‘Cause she keep on callin’ me baby
To a young motherf***er facin’ eighty
That’s enough to make him 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 a van
Ain’t no disguise, I’ma die as a man
If we make it then I’m takin’ it to Hell
All them n****z that was frontin’ while I sat up in a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn’t touch her
So I planned in misery, the n**** you don’t wanna see
When I get free, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, motherf***ers better watch they a**
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, believe that s***
Yeah, n****, f*** your cigarette
F*** that phone call, motherf***er
I’ll be out this motherf***er in a few days
I’ll pay these b****es back in spades
Punk a** bastards, long as my AK flexes
We gonna play these b****es
That’s how we do this s***, f*** that, I’m out
C.O., turn the f***in’ lights out