2Pac – Soon As I Get Home (feat. Yaki Kadafi) Lyrics

Soon As I Get Home

2Pac (feat. Yaki Kadafi)

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"Soon As I Get Home." - 2Pac (feat. Yaki Kadafi)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:47 am

Album: Pac's Life

Track No: 09

Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this max pen
Tryna pay my debt for all my sins
See, these 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
Buster 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 seen 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 get home
Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back (Soon as I get home)
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 twistin' in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sexin'
Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is, keep it real or you can die squealin'
Plus, I never had to worry 'bout a visit, 'cause you're there daily
Guards tryna get your number, you don't dare tell me
Tongue-kissin', steady humpin', tryna touch up somethin'
Before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin'
Late night reminiscin', everybody's quiet
I think something'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
I started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the mornin', 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 (Soon as I get home)
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home
Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of Cee-low
Thinkin' big, like the kid from Casino
Fulfillin' my dreams like Nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and Mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks a young **** cook up
Narcotics got traffic, seen those **** you blasted
Wantin' me in a casket, on the ground, covered plastic
Yeah, ****, I heard, Lil' Mu gave the word
You get paroled on the third, it's all love
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
But double O's is what I'm wantin'
And I'm tryna see somethin' that we ain't never had
Luxury life, results livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that shoulda 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 can do
Meanwhile I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a **** that you home
Grab the gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go 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
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go 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
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
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go 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
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go 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
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Writer(s): 2Pac, Yafeu Fula, Quincy Jones III, Alex Hill, Michael Marshall & Marcus Thompson.

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