Fat Joe - Free Again lyrics

[Hook] 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** 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 [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 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 my [?] I'll die with my honor paesana Six bad b**hes, some marijuana, with [?] 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 [?] 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 Went in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max f** them C.O.'s, and C. Ho's for hatin' on 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 [?] 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 [?], 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 [Hook: Raekwon] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Gun tote, 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 Its an anthem when I rant, f** you think I am, Kanye? I had them wearing vests, now these n***as wear dresses I take you back to the essence, free of charge a n***a so large, these n***as is stressin', 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 [Hook: Raekwon] [Outro: Barbra Streisand] Free again Back to bein' free again Back to bein' me again With all my precious freedom My precious, precious freedom