2Pac – When I Get Free (OG) (Version I)

2Pac – When I Get Free (OG) (Version I)

Date: November 1992/1993
Studio: Soundcastle Studios, Los Angeles, California
Producer: Big D The Impossible
Samples: Bob Marley & The Wailers – No More Trouble (International/Regular Version)

See also:

2Pac – When I Get Free (OG) (Version II)
2Pac – When I Get Free (OG Death Row Version)
2Pac – When I Get Free – Until The End Of Time (Cd 2)
2Pac – When I Get Free II – R U Still Down? [Remember Me] – (Disc 2)


Lyrics:

[Intro]

*the first three notes of Taps plays*
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three

[Girl] Hi baby.
[Guy] Whassup honey?
[Girl] Hey you know it’s just only one more week until family visit.
[Guy] Yeah I’ma rock them drawers.
[Girl] A-heh.
[Guy] Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
[Girl] I made those deposits.
[Guy] Okay that’s cool you bring that shit?
[Girl] Yeah I got it.
[Guy] Awright see that guard over there?
[Girl] Mmm-hmm.
[Guy] When you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup.
[Girl] Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he’s in jail now.
[Guy] What?
[Girl] Yeah, Go-Go’s out. I just saw him runnin around the other day.
[Guy] Ahh, fuck that fool. But anyway, what’s happenin with my moms?
[Girl] She gave me a message for you:
She said she’s sorry she couldn’t be here today, but she’ll be here next week.
[Guy] Awright well check this out, I got somethin real important
I want you to tell her
[Guard] C’mon c’mon this shit’s over with.
*commotion breaks out*
[Girl] I’m not done talking to him!
[Guard] C’mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He’s outta here, c’mon.
[Guy] Don’t be callin my woman no bitch! Nigga I’ll fuck you up!
[Guard] Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that’s what they all say fool.
You institutionalized, and this is your home…

[2PAC]

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 penetentiary don’t stop a nigga cause he’s in jail
Hell I’m makin’ more money on the street from here in a cell
I’m livin’ proper, the coppers is havin’ fits
I just made the profit, you punks ain’t stoppin’ shit
I still remember my mama told me
Find the cop who killed your brother
send him to Hell lookin’ homely
Cause a real nigga love the law
What’s raw is a nigga that’s above the law
Keep pressin’ your luck and get fucked, huh
Think a nigga don’t know whassup cause he’s locked up
But in the meantime, it’s get swoll get clean time
Concentrate on gettin’ 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 nappy, don’t even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push-ups until I swoll 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 askin’ my questions about my brother
And makin’ remarks about my mother, hmm
Wait a minute, hold up
Makin jokes about my folks’ll get yours blown up
They sent me back to the hole for what I told ’em
I guess he didn’t believe me, so I showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
Nigga, that’s what you get for tryin’ to 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.
When I get free
When I get free
When I get free

[Chorus]

We ain’t freeeeee
We don’t need no more trouble
No more trouble

When I get free
When I get free
When I get free

We ain’t freeeeee
We don’t need no more trouble
No more trouble

We ain’t freeeeee
We don’t need no more trouble
No more trouble

We ain’t freeeeee
We don’t need no more trouble
No more trouble

We ain’t freeeeee
We don’t need no more trouble
No more trouble

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