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50 Cent - Free Again Lyrics

[Intro: Barbra Streisand & Fat Joe]
Back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
Hello (Hello)
It's Coca the Don, nigga
With all my precious freedom
Woooo (Woooo)
My precious, precious freedom

[Chorus: Raekwon, Fat Joe & DJ Kay Slay]
(Free)
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Hey yo, Slay
Yo
(Free)
I told you I got you, my nigga
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Once again, New York City
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
StreetRunner on this one, uh
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
What up, Macho?
From where we at to my man's cell
(Free)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Straight out a cell, twelve in 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 my [?] I'll die with my honor
Six bad bitches, some marijuana, where [?] 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, ends and all, fuck the cops
With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block
Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot
Went in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max
Fuck them C.O.'s, and C-hoes for hatin' on 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
Austin, 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
[?], first thing in the mornin'
Tried to send me to the shoe for the fresh 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-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
[Chorus: Raekwon]
(Free)
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
(Free)
It's goin' down, d-d-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)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Gun tote, 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, Medellín, 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 wearin' vestses, now these niggas wear dresses (Hah)
I take you back to the essence, free of charge
A nigga so large, these niggas is stressin', I bless 'em
The pounds the purple with profits precise
With precision, we'll move you up to build you, get that right
Money motivation, this bread in the basket
Go ahead, say somethin' '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
[Chorus: Raekwon]
(Free)
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
(Free)
It's goin' down, d-d-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)

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
Fat Joe
50 Cent
New York City
Had to happen, it's about politics
It could make a wrong situation right
Or a right situation wrong
Depending upon the players involved
Politics
Wack 100, what up?
Free again

[Outro: Barbra Streisand]
Free again
Back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom