Z-ro - When I Get Free lyrics

[Talking] Huh I'm free now n***a, f** the penitentiary I can't get my bread in the penitentiary So I'ma keep my mo'f**ing feet on solid ground n***a Keep wrecking these shows, keep wrecking these verses And keep cashing these motherf**ing checks n***a I'm not about to throw a rock, into a pack of dogs I'ma empty out seventeen at one of ya'll, and put a name with it Ya'll fellas shame with it, go on and let the people know Who you talking about, but you won't cause you playing games with it Don't the constitution say we got freedom of speech That's the reason I'm holding court, on you cowards in my streets I'm the king of em, what good is a king to the streets if he ain't love em Real diamonds in my mouth, I don't have to smile to get a bling from em Even though I'm locked down, on suicide watch in the jailhouse In a couple of months, you'll see me cruising by the cops when I bail out And they gon' hate to see me back, rolling on dub-deuces It's bulletproof on these windows, you can't send no slugs through it So it ain't wise, to start gang banging I ain't even gotta hit you with these double R's, buck shots'll leave your brains hanging Boss Hogg Corleone, that's my brother for life Rest in peace John Hawkins, we got you covered tonight [Chorus - 2x] When I get free, all you s**ers better watch your a** Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash I'm doing time locked down, but I'll be back on the street I'm down now, but I'll be back on my feet Ain't no mo' record labels pimping me Rival gangs wanna finish me, cause they women come to prison to visit me I'm going to harlem Nights but I ain't playing, I'ma get in free And snatch something similar to Buffy, that's just the pimp in me So viciously I enter and exit, if you loose change you get collected Seven point two six inches, get ya'll infected From my rail gun, I don't come to life until my mail come My rude attitude is natural, not something county jail done If possession is nine tenths of the law, why can't I go home Even though it's nothing big to a boss, I'm trying to hold on To sanity, cause losing too many times is really beginning to damage me I'm losing every time Lucifer challenge me But still fighting, even without my publishing I'm still writing Most rappers can't spit that electric, but this is real lightning I need to be murdered, for what I do to my pen But somebody already died for my sin, so [Chorus - 2x] A lot of thangs, fin to change Cause I'm about to receive my recognition, in this game I been pimping my pen for ten, ya'll act like ya'll don't know my name But if I pull out ya'll peel out, cause ya'll familiar with my aim Gotta watch my blood pressure, when a scrub test a G I pitch a couple of slugs at ya, I dare ya to stand right next to me n***az say why you frowning, your smile has so many VS-1's Cause where I'm from it's shoot or get shot there, you can be the next one To get it, I'm just trying to do some addition with my digits Ya'll ever wonder why my rhymes are so gutter Cause I came from the gutter, that's why I spit it gutter King of the Ghetto is tatted, on my upper left arm Try to invade my space, and I will slide you with the teflon If I was rolling one deep, I'd probably still be free But it's a blessing, cause I know they wanna k** me G Rest in peace Pimp C, thanks for the love on MTV T. Farris, tell all your enemies to f** with me [Chorus - 2x] [Talking] Huh I'm free now n***a, f** the penitentiary I can't get my bread in the penitentiary So I'ma keep my mo'f**ing feet on solid ground n***a Keep wrecking these shows, keep wrecking these verses And keep cashing these motherf**ing checks n***a