Hook:
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Free, free, free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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Free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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Free
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[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap
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A nigga was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the rats
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This is for Chef Jr., now that's Italiana
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Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my paesanas
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I told my aesana I'll die with my honor paesana
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Six bad bitches, some marijuana, and Gaga can find us
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If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me
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Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley
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When Suge had the Row, Jay start the Roc
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I was in the car .. fuck the cops
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With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block
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Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot
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When in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max
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Fuck them T.O.'s, and see hoes for hatin' new crack
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Four months on the toilet shit, I can do that
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Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?
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Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State
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.. the Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakes
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I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo
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Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the chapel
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SOS different shell, first thing in the mornin'
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Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of Jordans
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I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan?
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All that ass in them pants had you feelin' important
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Left with J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feet
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Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach
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And I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the beach
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Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece
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Hook:
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Free, free, free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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Free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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Free
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
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Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my repertoire
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Bulletproof smart car, level six AR
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Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat
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Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, it's off
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Cocaine, medating, codeine better lean
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The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway
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Its an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?
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I had them wearing vests, now these niggas wear dresses
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I take you back to the essence, free of charge a nigga so large, these niggas is stretching, I bless 'em
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The pounds the purple with profits precise
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With precision, we'll move you up the pillar, you get that right
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Money motivation, this bread in the basket
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Go ahead, say something 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kicked
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Niggas back on the New York bullshit
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My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off
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Hook:
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Free, free, free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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Free
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It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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Free
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[Outro: Barbra Streisand]
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Free again
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Back to bein' free again
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Back to bein' me again
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With all my precious freedom
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My precious, precious freedom
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Free Again
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| 50 Cent |
