50 CENT - Financial Freedom lyrics

rate me

Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real

Who’s sitting in the bookings? Charged, direct sale

Third shootout, who was fighting for positions?

Shell casings out my 9 flying through your mama kitchen

Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it

You fuck around, we’ll blow the heart out the back of your jacket

Bitch, get down or lay down, my work was that chach

‘Cause he got banged, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch

I swear to God I think I had the same vision that K had

Woke up saying we gonna turn them corners to Baghdad

Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas

All you heard is Boo-Boo fucking with them Brooklyn niggas

I had supreme schemes, call it 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 you a trip to …

I’m dreaming of

My dream of freedom

Financial freedom

‘Cause is to big bags of bread and some coke, nigga

You can get with the program, fam will get smoked, nigga

We was a school of sharks, a bunch of young soldiers

Open your head when you’re half dead, I see, 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 sewn

I got connections, look bitch, I’m connected

And I ain’t giving niggas no passes, so respect it

Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper

You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa

Easy, nigga chill or get laid out

I’ll 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 cooling system on me,

You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie

I’m dreaming of

My dream of freedom

Financial freedom

We stacking paper till we strong then we taking over

Grab a …, 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 of our litter, this is what they taught us

We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us

If you ain’t gambling, get the fuck out the spot, boy

Shoot an ace off your foot, that’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

Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around

You gonna fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up

Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up

I’m dreaming of

My dream of freedom

Financial freedom