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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~!"}