Soon As I Get Home
2Pac Ft. Yaki Kadafi Lyrics


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Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home

Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is 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

Bustas is 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 see 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 come home

Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
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 twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sex

Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number

You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin'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, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
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
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of see-Low
Take and pick like they keep a see-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown

The whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic

Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'

That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that should've 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 could do

Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's 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
Let's 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
Let's 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
Let's 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
Let's 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
Let's 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

Overall Meaning

In "Soon as I Get Home," 2Pac raps from the perspective of an incarcerated man who is eagerly waiting for his release. The first lines of the song reveal the urgency of his situation, as he is stuck inside a "mad pen" trying to pay for his sins. The lyrics that follow describe the struggle of living in jail, being stuck in a cell and hoping for a chance to post bail. The singer of the song wants to earn large amounts of money, and dreams of living a lavish life with his partner. The lyrics also touch on the topic of jealousy, as he addresses the fact that people are envious of him for his money and success.


The lines "Go get the money out the safe;
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone;
Soon as I come home," show the desperation of the singer to make up for lost time and to prove himself after being incarcerated. He isn't content with just living a comfortable life, but wants to turn the streets into a war zone, indicating his desire to take revenge against those who wronged him. The lyrics towards the end of the song talk about his hope for a reunion with his partner, and his waiting for the day he is released. The lines "what?/ grab my gats, locate my comrades/ let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back," show the intense need for vengeance and highlight the danger he will pose to those who wronged him.


Line by Line Meaning

Soon as I get home
As soon as I come home from prison


Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
I am writing to you from prison where I am struggling mentally and emotionally


Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary times
I am trying to make up for my wrongdoings and serve my time in prison


Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
The weight of my situation often feels overwhelming and I feel as though I am just surviving instead of living


I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Being in prison feels like I am in a living hell and I feel trapped and helpless


Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail
I am stuck in the county jail and waiting for the opportunity to pay my bail and be released


I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I desire money and luxury in the form of fast cars


I blast and wonder how long will I last
I worry that I will not be able to survive in the dangerous environment of prison


My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
When I am under the influence of drugs or alcohol, my memories become unclear and hazy


Bustas is shady
There are untrustworthy and disloyal people in prison


So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I become violent towards those who I perceive as weak or cowardly when I am under the influence


I know I said it all before but now I mean it
I have made promises before, but I am being honest and sincere now


Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it
I imagine a future where we have great success and wealth together


Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Although you may be upset with me, you will appreciate my plan for making easy money


Of makin' these chips come so easily
A plan to make money with little effort


I max out in the morning, baby life is good
I feel content and satisfied when I wake up each morning


Me and you against the whole hood
We will face the challenges of our environment together as a team


Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Retrieve my weapons and find my friends


Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Surprise my enemies by returning without their knowledge


Go get the money out the safe
Retrieve my money from a safe location


Since you've been gone
Since you have been out of prison


My whole life's been like a game of see-Low
My life has felt like a gamble and I am struggling with my luck


Take and pick like they keep a see-note
People have been taking advantage of me and my situations


Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown
I am dreaming of a lifestyle similar to the character Nino Brown from the movie New Jack City


The whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'
Our community is facing chaos and my mother and I are just trying to survive


Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Whether I can provide for myself and my family depends on how much money I can make selling drugs


Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
The drug trade has become more dangerous and I have seen people die as a result


Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic
People want me dead because of my involvement in the drug trade and my attempts to make money through it


Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
I have received information that a person named Little Moo has given the approval for my release from prison


You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
I have heard that I will be released on parole on the third day next month and this news has spread throughout my community


We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
We are pretending to be important and successful, but really we have nothing to show for it


My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'
I want money and I am trying to make a change in my life


That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
We have never experienced a life of luxury and our current lifestyle is unpleasant


Tricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dad
I have had to learn how to make money through illegal means and this is something that I should not have had to learn from my father


But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
I have learned about illegal activity from my peers and friends, and this knowledge has been shared between us


And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do
Once we become successful through this illegal activity, no one will be able to stop us


Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
I am waiting by the phone for news of your release


Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
I am hoping that I receive a call informing me of your release from prison


Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Retrieve my weapons and find my friends


Let's get my money out the safe
Retrieve my money from a safe location




Lyrics © Birth Control Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, MIKE MESZY PUBLISHING, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Alex Landy Hill, Quincy Delight III Jones, Michael Marshall, Marcus Arnett Thompson

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Comments from YouTube:

@jaymcilroy7695

Studied Tupac and the people around him for the past 20 years and this is the first time seeing this picture 😀😀

@m.b.2938

Me too...and I'm 43...never see this pic...cool pic 👍🏻

@naaiiiz

Same

@Southwind-69

I agree bro…. That man ain’t dead 😂

@Southwind-69

I’m 43 and I listened to all his music in high school … and I still listen to him in 96 I was 16

@dennischavez4675

So many things about him that continue to come out, it’s a trip.

Like the pour out a little liquor vid. I’ve never seen that until recently and I knew everything about him since the 90s

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@jimmythesaint4038

Love this intro!!! Gets me prepared the lyrical genius that follows.

@matthewgerndt2204

I feel the same way

@TennesseeLife15

It's the instrumental to Cruel Summer from the 80s

@mikesantos4062

Epic !

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