it is, cause I've never been free. I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is. Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the
I didn't pick up on it till years down the line Here now as I reminisce, will I ever see your face again? Baby as I lay back, will I ever see your face
it, check it out, check it, check it out Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Check it, check
wit the six shooter luger That means bring it back, NY king of that The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that The 4th comin', don't look now
a saw I wore I'm a kill when the rebel yells song that don't stop Till it's done, see I got guns and I'm sick See how you said meet me here and I came
it ain't all about drugs Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff Only rule on the streets is don't get caught Unless your hustle ain't breakin the law And
right, that's right do yo' thang baby, do yo' thang Yeah and it don't quit but bitch please get yo' hand off my grip Now that's right and it don't stop
off You can't ride my bird So I kicked that bitch to the curb You best to believe You ain't got no trick up your sleeve that can get with
play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now
m a millionaire because I'm cuttin' them rocks They can't fuck with that, and even when they think they can I got a set-up so they only get the metal man I can't see
You're guilty No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty Law makers, politicians, business men, the police You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes You don't see
It's the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the music I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it It's the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the
t make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!) [Verse 1: Pusha T] It go hot waist - Desert taste
all swoll' Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know Fools say jail ain't nothin to sweat But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta claim your set But I don
it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss
but not necessarily sayin? it faster Ya see, that style isn't hard at all The object of the game is to have a ball y'all And to see who can come the
or don't stand at all, c'mon Uhh, yeah Break it down What we do? We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride Aight put it down
way that it is and the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet, I see all the numbers, I still lull for the dreamer