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 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 (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 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 (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