(gates from jail open) 2pac taking to guard: Ohh I posted bail ? I'm out this motha fucka ? I can go ! Ohh f*** ya, ay f*** the jailage, Fuck the motha fuc*** district attorney, The prosecuter, and f*** you motha fuckaz In the jury box, f*** all ya'll, 'cause I'm out on motha Fuckin bail, ya ain't neva gon see me in this motha Fucka again, drop that shit em. Let these hoe punk ass bitches know how we runnin This shit, niggaz ain't goin back to court you stank ass bitches
Verse 1: I'm stuck in jail the d.a.'s tryna burn me I'll be out on bail if I had a good attorney While they label me a criminal and cuff me up Gotta pocket full of money so they ruff me up I ain't trippin In the county and I'm mad as fuck Gotta record so they put me wit da baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin They askin me what happen ? Iz it tru you did a flick wit janet jackson ? I can't sleep they take the polaroid's N' I'm tryna use da phone but they makin noize Man I wish I had my glock 'cause it's major I'm makin shanks out the plastic e-razors These motha fuckaz wont leave me alone, that's my word Bout to turn the violator to a motha fuc*** murdah I'm makin collect-calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures, and make me sum mo' riches To all da suckaz on da block Talkin shit while I was locked up B prepard to be socked up Cuz the game is deep N' the fame is brief N you bullshittin bitches ain't changin me I came straight up out da gutter I was saved from hell N' I'mma thug, I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail
Chorus singing: Out on bail ( you know what fuc*** time it iz) All of my niggaz (2) Out on bail ( hey handle these 4 forties fo reel ) Thug life We neva fail Out on bail ( ay pass me my motha fuc*** rolex, yes bitch that's presidential) All of my niggas
Verse 2: Stuck in jail, mad as a bitch, I'd b out on bail If it wasn't fo tha snitch, runnin wild thru da streets like I'm loco N' f*** da punk police and their chokeholes I got no luv in my heart 'cause I'm heartless Mobbin in the park afta dark wantin' to start shit Rippin up the scene as a teen I was at it Sellin products to the addicts 'cause they gotta have it I was around, known thug and I gotta lotta lov hangin' wit da o.g.s shootin up the Clubs And mama told me, don't hang wit the homies, but they got me if they need me Then it's on g., got me sittin in this cell, a 5 by 7 will I finally get to go to Ghetto heaven Got my bitches on the outside writing me letters, they tellin me they love me and Shit will get better, but I don't believe em, 'cause I juss got the news on the life Take it how you wanna but yo picture's on file I gotta b a playa, so stay strong Cuz I know dat I wont b away long And when I finally do hit the fuc*** streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin scandalous, I'm out on bail
Chorus singing: Out on bail All of my niggaz (2) Out on bail Thug life We neva fail Out on bail All of my niggas (talkin over chorus) ( see, biatch, you know what time it is, out on bail, Yo get me up out this ayo em. get me up out this motha fucka man These motha fuckaz tryna harass a !!thug!! man I ain't goin thru this whole thing, I'm out on bail, I'll see you motha fuckaz next year, that's that real thug shit, G-unit You know what I'm sayin, I wouldn't b wastin yo time wit that bullshit baby, That's that real shit, That shit you can tell yo grand kids about, I ran wit a thug nigga, believe that, This my motha Fuckin nigga em and the motha fuc*** boiz juss incase you wonderin, we doin that shit!
OUT ON BAIL
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