2Pac2Pac-Soulja's Story Lyrics-Souljah's Revenge Lyrics
Other Album Songs:
* Dear Mama
* Untouchable Swizz
* Pac's Life
* Dumpin'
* Playa Cardz Right
* Whatz Next
* Sleep
* International
* Pac's Life (Remix)
* Don't Sleep
* Soon As I Get Home
* Don't Stop
* Untouchable
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Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
Bustas is shady
So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it
Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning, baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home
Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home
Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sex
Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number
You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the air
Prepare for the riot, it's padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
It's on soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of C-Low
Take and pick like they keep a C-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown
The whole town be shook up and me and mama sur
Other Album Songs:
* Pac's Theme
* Point The Finga
* Something 2 Die 4
* Souljah's Revenge
* Guess Who's Back
* Representin' 93
* Strictly 4 My N.i.g.g.a.z.
* The Streetz R Deathrow
* Keep Ya Head Up
* I Get Around
* Holler If Ya' Hear Me
* Last Wordz
* Peep Game
* Strugglin'
* Papa'z Song
* 5 Deadly Venomz
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Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning
Behind your violent lyrics?
Explain the meaning?
The fuck these niggaz talkin' 'bout?
Damn
Police, freeze!
Can't get shit off
I said freeze! You miserable black son of a bitch
What, come on, come on
My attitude is shittym my message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
The critics or the cops?
The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused, take a closer look
Niggaz get they neck broke daily, tryin' to stay jail free
What the fuck does Quayle know of young black males?
Please tell me, message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
Huh, I pack a nine millimeter 'cause I got 'em livin' hotter
Than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta
Momma told me, "Don't let 'em fade me
Nigga don't let 'em make you crazy", game is what she gave me
Gotta watch your back, strapped, real niggaz rat-pack
If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back
That's not the way we made it, that's just the way it is
Slangin' rocks, in front of niggaz kids
I came up, my message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal
You couldn't get me, figure, "Fuck with a niggaz people"
They got me trapped, gat with the motherfuckin' hammer back
Cops on my back, just cause I'm black, snap
Now I'm guilty? Message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
All you punk police will never find peace
On the streets 'til the niggaz get a piece, fuck 'em
They kill you to control ya, pay top dollar for your soul
Real niggaz don't fold, straight souljah
Can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin'
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin'
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, screamin'
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, screamin'
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police
Fuck 'em, can't find peace on the streets
'Til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police
The niggaz scream fuck 'em
Motherfuckin' punk police
Thinkin' they run the motherfuckin' streets
It's mo' niggaz than it's police
Think, one nigga, teach two niggaz
Teach three niggaz, teach fo' niggaz
Teach mo' niggaz and we could run this shit
I hear ya
They finally pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
They finally pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
They finally pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
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SongwritersErvin, Bobby F / Charles, Ray / Shakur, Tupac Amaru
Published byLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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vivin'
Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic
Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'
That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do
Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
SongwritersTHOMPSON, CARL / COMBS, SEAN / EVANS, FAITH
Published byLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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