Z-Ro - When I Get Free lyrics

Huh I'm free now nigga, fuck the penitentiary
I can't get my bread in the penitentiary
So I'ma keep my mo'fucking feet
On solid ground nigga
Keep wrecking these shows
Keep wrecking these verses
And keep cashing these
Motherfucking checks nigga

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

When I get free
All you suckers better watch your ass
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

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
Niggas 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 digit's
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 kill me G
Rest in peace Pimp C
Thanks for the love on MTV t farris
Tell all your enemies to fuck with me

Huh I'm free now nigga, fuck the penitentiary
I can't get my bread in the penitentiary
So I'ma keep my mo'fucking feet
On solid ground nigga
Keep wrecking these shows
Keep wrecking these verses
And keep cashing these
Motherfucking checks nigga