[{"id":30151304,"name":"free (smoked mix_vinyl) =BF=","trackName":"free (smoked mix_vinyl) =BF=","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Bacon Popper","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: free (smoked mix_vinyl) =BF=\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Bacon Popper\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":16607372,"name":"Free (Free remix radio edit '98)","trackName":"Free (Free remix radio edit '98)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Free Theme 2001","duration":241.87575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Free remix radio edit '98)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Free Theme 2001\n  duration_ms: 241876\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":28255945,"name":"Free (Smoked mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Free Theme 2001","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Free Theme 2001\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":38145312,"name":"Free (Smoked mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Free Theme 2001","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Free Theme 2001\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":19595308,"name":"Free (Original Single Edit)","trackName":"Free (Original Single Edit)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Free Theme 2001","duration":232.964,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Original Single Edit)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Free Theme 2001\n  duration_ms: 232964\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":32415142,"name":"Rejoice in Love","trackName":"Rejoice in Love","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Free","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Am gonna dance and praise him\nIt doesn't matter what comes my way\nThe greater one lives inside of me\nHis name is Jesus\nAm born a winner\nMore than victorious\nAm a heir of his kingdom\nfilled with the holy ghost\nrepeat verse 1\nI rejoice in him 3x more than a conqueror","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rejoice in Love\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Free\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Am gonna dance and praise him\n  It doesn't matter what comes my way\n  The greater one lives inside of me\n  His name is Jesus\n  Am born a winner\n  More than victorious\n  Am a heir of his kingdom\n  filled with the holy ghost\n  repeat verse 1\n  I rejoice in him 3x more than a conqueror\n"},{"id":30489756,"name":"Free (Smoked mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Gatecrasher Classics","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Gatecrasher Classics\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":32609651,"name":"Free (Smoked Mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked Mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Freitag Nacht Vol. 10 (Mega Maxi Edition)","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked Mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Freitag Nacht Vol. 10 (Mega Maxi Edition)\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. 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When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked Mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: 100 Best Club Classic Hits of Ever\n  duration_ms: 311000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":28203019,"name":"Free (Smoked mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Space","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Space\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"},{"id":38815824,"name":"Free (Smoked Mix)","trackName":"Free (Smoked Mix)","artistName":"Bacon Popper","albumName":"Retro Music Club Vol. 20","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"2PAC\nMiscellaneous\nWhen I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n[Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n[Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n\n[2Pac]\nThem bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nFuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nFuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\nMain thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe nigga you don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\nAs for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine. until I get free\nMy prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free. we up out this bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free (Smoked Mix)\n  artist: Bacon Popper\n  album: Retro Music Club Vol. 20\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  2PAC\n  Miscellaneous\n  When I Get Free\"(feat. J. Valentine\n  [Pac] Damn. what I'ma do now? When I get free. oh shit!\n  [Jay] Get free. yeah yeah\n\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass\n  Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\n  Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\n  There'll be trouble when they see me\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news\n  You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\n  Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\n  These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but\n  I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\n  Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\n  Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\n  I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\n  Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?\n  And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch\n  Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket\n  Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it\n  I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\n  Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell\n  Network with connects that I got in the pen\n  In no time I'll be clockin again\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\n  Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash\n  Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\n  My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\n  And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\n  me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\n  Cause she keep on callin me baby\n  To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n  Now how long will it take, to get her hooked\n  Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\n  I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\n  Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\n  If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\n  All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\n  Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\n  The nigga you don't wanna see\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  Stuck in my cell\n  The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\n  When will they let me bail?\n  Walkin through the yard, I play the God\n  First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred\n  I'm, back on the scene\n  I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\n  as we game on the drunk hoes\n  Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\n  we used to play, you punk hoes\n  What I posess is to be rich, in currency\n  Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me\n  Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin\n  As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even\n  But I wait, until it's time\n  and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\n  This life of mine. until I get free\n  My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony\n  As soon as they popped my gate\n  I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake\n\n  [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n\n  [Chorus - 1/2]\n\n  [2Pac]\n  When I get free\n  Hahaha. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free\n  Pop the gate, I'm back baby!\n  When I get free. we up out this bitch\n"}]