50 Cent - Free Again
Hook:Free, free, freeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downFreeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellFree[Verse 1: Fat Joe]Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lapA nigga was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the ratsThis is for Chef Jr., now that's ItalianaChicken Parmesan and bocce with my paesanasI told my aesana I'll die with my honor paesanaSix bad bitches, some marijuana, and Gaga can find usIf you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent meHopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister BentleyWhen Suge had the Row, Jay start the RocI was in the car .. fuck the copsWith the killer cross, had Iverson on the blockGraced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hotWhen in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the maxFuck them TO's, and see hoes for hatin' new crackFour months on the toilet shit, I can do thatCame with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State.. the Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakesI seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like ChapoShout out to you know who, let me fuck in the chapelSOS different shell, first thing in the mornin'Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of JordansI had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan?All that ass in them pants had you feelin' importantLeft with J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feetStraight out the cage, sun raised on the beachAnd I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the beachCrib with the elevator, Gabe on the pieceHook:Free, free, freeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downFreeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellFree[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my repertoireBulletproof smart car, level six ARCocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heatRevolve, cock, bang, revolve, it's offCocaine, medating, codeine better leanThe fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highwayIts an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?I had them wearing vests, now these niggas wear dressesI take you back to the essence, free of charge a nigga so large, these niggas is stretching, I bless 'emThe pounds the purple with profits preciseWith precision, we'll move you up the pillar, you get that rightMoney motivation, this bread in the basketGo ahead, say something 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kickedNiggas back on the New York bullshitMy little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it offHook:Free, free, freeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downFreeIt's goin' down, dd-down, it's goin' downI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellFree[Outro: Barbra Streisand]Free againBack to bein' free againBack to bein' me againWith all my precious freedomMy precious, precious freedom
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