Financial Freedom
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50 Cent
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Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real.
We was sitting in the Bookings, charged direct sale.
Third shootout, we was fighting for positions.
Shell casings out my nine, flying through your mama kitchen.
Paper we stack it, pistol we pack it.
You fuck around, we blow the heart out the back of your jacket, bitch.
Get down, or lay down, my work was at Chach' crib.
'Cause he got back, now he lieutenant, so he sit there and watch.
I swear to God, I think I had the same vision that Cat had.
Woke up said, we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad, yeah.
We was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas.
All you heard was boo-boo fucking with them Brooklyn niggas.
I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts.
Start shooting, I bet I'll clear off the ball court.
I want it all, that's just how I fucking feel, boy.
Get in the way, you gonna take your trip to Gilmor's.
My dream of freedom.
Financial Freedom.
Consist the big bags of bread and some coke, nigga.
You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga.
We was a school of sharks, a bunch of young soldiers.
Open your head when you're half dead, I said I told you.
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower.
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known.
Over the phone, soon as I'm home, the game's sown.
I got connections, look bitch, I'm connected.
And I ain't giving niggas no passes, so respect it.
Or get dealt with, I break you off proper.
You ready to die, huh? Too much big poppa.
Easy, nigga chill or get laid out.
I put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout.
I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely.
I got that tech with that cooler system on me.
You think you want it, you don't want it with me, homie.
My dream of freedom.
Financial Freedom.
We stack that paper 'til we strong, then we taking over.
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda.
Bridge the gap, get slapped, acting like you know us.
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas.
We're the last I letter, this is what they told us.
You gotta kill what we eat, that nigga train a bonus.
If you ain't gambling, get the fuck out the spot, boy.
I shoot that ace off your foot, there's some shit you should get shot for.
Fuck it when I win, I'm a winner.
When I lose, I'm a winner.
'Cause to my niggas, y'all niggas looking like steak dinner.
You screw your face the fuck up, you going through what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up.
Nigga stand down, or get manned down.
Mac two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds.
Flip it around.
You gonna fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up.
Hit your spine, and stand up, nigga can't stand up.
My dream of freedom.
Financial Freedom.
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