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lirik lagu 50 cent – free again

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[hook: rza]
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 sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
i move rhymes like retail, make sure sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
free

[verse 1: fat joe]
straight outta cell 12 a h-ll fell on my lap
a n-gg- 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 pizanas
i told my [?] i’ll die with my honor
six bad b-tches, some marijuana, with [?]
if you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these b-tches sent me
hopped in the ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister bentley
when suge had the roll, jay start the roc
i was in the [?] f-ck 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
f-ck them t.o.’s, and [?] for hatin’ new crack
four months on the toilet sh-t, i can do that
came with thirty, left with three, now how the f-ck he do that?
most these n-gg-s in the fed shoulda been in the state
[?] the texas to brazil, now we raisin’ the stakes
i seen gordouli, know that n-gg- big like chapo
shout out to you know who, let me f-ck in the [?]
[?], 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, w-ssup ms. jordan?
all that -ss 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

[hook: rza]
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 sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
i move rhymes like retail, make sure sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
free

[verse 2: 50 cent]
gun choke, move dope, n-gg-s know my repertoire
bulletproof smart car, level six ar
c-cktail, molotov, burn heat, turn heat
revolve, c-ck, bang, revolve, it’s off
cocaine, medating, codeine better lean
the f-ck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway
its an anthem when i rant, f-ck you think i am, kanye?
i had them wearing vests, now these n-gg-s wear dresses
i take you back to the essence, free of charge a n-gg- so large, these n-gg-s is stretching, i bless ’em
the pounds the purple with profits precise
with precision, we’ll move you up the [?], you get that right
money motivation, this bread in the basket
go ahead, say something ’bout it while you gettin’ your -ss kicked
n-gg-s back on the new york bullsh-t
my little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off

[hook: rza]
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 sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
i move rhymes like retail, make sure sh-t sell
from where we at to my man’s cell
free

[outro: barbra streisand]
free again
back to bein’ free again
back to bein’ me again
with all my precious freedom
my precious, precious freedom