DJ Kay Slay, 50 Cent, Fat Joe - Free Again lyrics

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

(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)

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 CO'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

(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)

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 profit's 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

(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)

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

Free again back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom