Free Again Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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
[Chorus: Raekwon]
(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)


[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
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
[Chorus: Raekwon]
(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)


[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
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

[Outro: Barbra Streisand]
Free again
Back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom

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About

Genius Annotation

A surprising collaboration between two old enemies, 50 Cent and Fat Joe. The 10 year-long beef ended in 2014 when their mutual friend Chris Lighty passed away.

Fat Joe spoke about how the beef got squashed during a May 2021 interview with Talib Kweli:

I never thought in my life I would squash the beef with 50 Cent. I’m the real deal. If we would have bumped heads somewhere, it would have went down physically 100 percent. So when Chris Lighty died, I went to the funeral by myself. Where I come from, the morals I have, is I gotta pay respects and show love to the family. I show up, and 50 Cent is there. He’s on the other side, I don’t see him.

The South Bronx emcee went on to explain that he received a phone call from Stephen Hill of BET to invite him to participate in a Christ Lighty tribute during the BET Awards:

When I show up to the BET Awards, we on point. We super focused. That’s the only way I can explain it legally. They say rehearsal. I perform ‘Lean Back’ and then 50 Cent comes out. He ends up right by where I’m at. And when the music stops, he puts his hands out, and says, ‘Peace for Chris Lighty.’ Chris Lighty wanted peace.

He continues:

So I’m looking at him like peace?! All the shit this guy done said about me, it’s like a fuckin' movie going on right here…I shook his hand, and said peace. He said, ‘peace man, Terror Squad G-Unit for Chris Lighty.’ That was it. I remember when I did that, people started dancing in the audience, people started running. There wasn’t Instagram in that time, but it went viral. When we did the actual performance, people went crazy.

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