Dear baby, it´s me again, stuck inside this Max pen (penetentary), tryin´ to pay me debt, for all my sins...
see, these penatentary 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, buster are shady, so I´m dumpin´ on cowards crazy when ever faded... I know I said it all before, but now I mean it, visions of me and you ballin´, so crystal clear I seen it... even tho´ 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...
[Chorus] Grab my straps, locate my comrades, lets 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 get home...
[2Pac]
Sittin´ here lookin´ at pictures of me and you livin´, but now you out in the world, while I´m twistin in prison... love letters come daily, words of affection, you send me money,
and nude pics beggin´ for some sexin... stay wide open, keep yo eyes peeled, and my advice is keep it real or you can die squillin´... plus I never had to worry ´bout a visit, cause your there daily, guard tryin´ to get ya number, you don´t dare tell me... tongue kissin´, steady humpin´, tryin to touch up something, before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin´... late night reminicin´, everybodys quiet, I think somethings 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...
[Chorus] Grab my gats, locate my comrades, lets get my enemies not knowin´ i´m comin´ back, lets get the money out the safe, it´s time to turn the streets into a war zone, soon as I get home...
[Khadafi]
Think all my whole lifes been like a game of Cee-low, thinkin´ big like they keep to me no feelings, my dreams like Nino... brown the whole town be shook up,
and me and momma survived the pick up, how many rocks I made to cook up... narcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted, wantin´ me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic... yeah nigga I heard you, Lil´ Moo gave the word, you get paroled on the 3rd, you sold love, we out here frontin´... still here but all about nothing, but double o´s is what I´m wantin´, and I´m tryin´ to say something, that we ain´t never had... luxuery life, results livin´ bad, tricks of the trade, shit that should´ve been taught by dad... but learn, do the crew, lessons between me and you,
and once we lock this shit down it ain´t a thing they can do... meanwhile I stay waitin´ by the phone, hopin´ I´ll get a call tellin´ a nigga that you home...
[Chorus] x2 Grab my gats, locate my comrades, lets get my enemies not knowin´ i´m comin´ back, lets get the money out the safe, it´s time to turn the streets into a war zone, soon as I get home...
[Chorus] Grab my gats, locate my comrades, lets 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,