Artist: Stalley Album: Ohio Song: Free Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Stalley [Intro] Go ride, hah... Huh... Real shit, yeah yeah Correct {"I want to be free~!"} [Stalley] ...Brick and a half in the kitchen closet ...Baking soda by the water faucet ...Pot and spoon on the stove, aye This the ish that make a soul fly Naked women counting money on the sofa Tony Montana, bunch of Coke Boys All adolescent, fly-dressin, all-gold boys get you everything from an eight ball to a hoe, boy Hit the street, Chevy ridin like a Rolls-Royce Roll joints and bump Geto Boys Twisting fingers, throw bangers, out the window if we sense some danger, iron fly, bodies fall Let you meet your maker, skinny nigga but I got my weight up Ten large in each pocket, nigga, who can hate us? Beat a nigga out his pockets if you try and play us Trick a chick on the strip we some effin' playas Bank rolls, bank ain't never closed, nigga pay up {"I want to be free~!"} [Stalley] I really just want to be free, man... ...Five deep in the hatchback Cock and stretch, tryna find out where the cash at Lurkin, hoodie down and a black mask Eight shots, twelve gauge wrapped in black flags To cool the pipes when the shell blasts Miss a nigga on that corner, then we peel back To finish the job, dome shots, send him to God Ever stare a dead man in his face while you finish to rob? Blood leakin, body cold, eyes lookin beyond While you snatch him out his gold, take his money then run And your conscious eatin you like, "Damn, that's somebody's son!" But your stomach aching, you can't keep scraping these crumbs And it's do or die, and I'ma ride 'til no breath in these lungs Hundred drum, Playing sweet song, bust back, if the heat come Play your enemies close, but never ever sleep with 'em Advice for flashy hustlers with jack boys peepin 'em If you ever see that hatchback, nigga you better squeeze on 'em {"I want to be free~!"}