50 cent
free again
Free again Back to bein' free again Back to bein' me again (Hello!) With all my precious freedom It's Coca the don nigga Whoo (Free) Ey yo Slay Yo? I tell you I got you ma nigga Uh, once again New York City I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell (Free) Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap A nigga was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the rats This is for Chef Jr., now that's Italiana Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my paesanas I told Manuel AzaÃ±a I'll die with my honor Six bad bitches, some marijuana, with ? Can find us If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley When Suge had the Row, Jay start the Roc I was in the car ? Fuck the cops With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot When in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max Fuck them T.O.'s, and see hoes for hatin' new crack Four months on the toilet shit, I can do that Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that? Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State Off The Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakes I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the chapel Esa es ? First thing in the mornin' Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of Jordans I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan? All that ass in them pants had you feelin' important Left with J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feet Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach And I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the beach Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece (Free) It's goin' down, down, it's goin' down Once again New York city (free) It's goin' down, down, it's goin' down I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell (Free) Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my repertoire Bulletproof smart car, level six AR Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, it's off Cocaine, medating, codeine better lean The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway It's an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye? I had them wearing vests, now these niggas wear dresses (Free) I take you back to the essence, Free of charge a nigga so large, these niggas is stretching, I bless 'em The pounds the purple with profits precise With precision, we'll move you up the pillar, you get that right Money motivation, this bread in the basket Go ahead, say something 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kicked Niggas back on the New York bullshit My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off (Free) It's goin' down, down, it's goin' down (Free) It's goin' down, down, it's goin' down I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell Dj Kay Slay, The Drama King Fat Joe, 50 Cent New York City, had to happen It's about politics They can make a wrong teaching way to right Or right situation wrong Depending upon the players involved, politics Wack 100, whadup? Free again! (Free again) (Back to being free again (Back to being me again) (With all my precious freedom) (My precious precious freedom)