50 Cent - Free Again lyrics

Free again Back to bein' free again Back to bein' me again (Hello!) With all my precious freedom It's Coca the don n***a Whoo (Free) Ey yo Slay Yo? I tell you I got you ma n***a Uh, once again New York City I move rhymes like retail, make sure sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell (Free) Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap A n***a 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 Azaña I'll die with my honor Six bad b**hes, some marijuana, with ? Can find us If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these b**hes 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 ? f** the cops With the k**er 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 f** them T.O.'s, and see hoes for hatin' new crack Four months on the toilet sh**, I can do that Came with thirty, left with three, now how the f** he do that? Most these n***as in the Fed shoulda been in the State Off The Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakes I seen Gordouli, know that n***a big like Chapo Shout out to you know who, let me f** 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, wa**up Ms. Jordan? All that a** 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 sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell (Free) Gun choke, move dope, n***as know my repertoire Bulletproof smart car, level six AR co*ktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat Revolve, co*k, bang, revolve, it's off Cocaine, medating, codeine better lean The f** out my way, drive the bricks down the highway It's an anthem when I rant, f** you think I am, Kanye? I had them wearing vests, now these n***as wear dresses (Free) I take you back to the essence, Free of charge a n***a so large, these n***as 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 a** kicked n***as back on the New York bullsh** 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 sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure sh** 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)