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Geto Boys - Free lyrics
Intro: [Willie D] Geto Boys (G.B.)'98 We gonna set this shit straight belive that Don't you wish sometimes you can be free Free from incarceration Free from paying them bills Free to come and go when ya feel Most of all free from them haters Verse 1: [Willie D] So many problems that exist in my world today When I'm deceased I want my little baby girl to say That he was real He loved me with all his heart He loved mama too Even though they sometimes fought A young nigga in the ghetto With plenty of dreams Surrounded by the police And many of fiends At 13 started mobbin' 14 started robbin' It's hard to have morals and values When you're starvin' Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser Nobody ever told me I was special I put a gang of tears in my mamma's eyes But she died Before I got a chance to apologize It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game Ain't nothin' change but my finances I still be stressed All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed I'm just tired Every night, I pray to Jesus, rescue me >From the poverty, hate, racism and diseases So the lord said He prepared a place for me And when he do that I'ma be free, yeah Chorus: I wanna be free No more player hater I gotta be free Verse 2: [Scarface] Now as I walk around in my drawers Outside smoking weed while I scratch my balls I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight Or got light Behind trying to feed their family one night It's not right Suppose you watch your mamma suffer Cause ain't another Her kids trying they off they ass It's gettin' rougher and tougher By all means nigga get your cream Stop storming what they calling this American dream And why you looking up for a role model You be your model Look who we follow Niggas forgot about the problem And single parent upbringings We doing bad on our ass Nigga fuck singing How you gonna tell me to keep it positive And growing up I didn't have a pop to give So these mother fucking streets is where I gots to live Fuck what you saying 'bout me I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed I'm free Chorus: I wanna be free No more player hater I gotta be free I wanna be free Gettin' tired of waitin' I gotta be free Verse 3: [Willie D] Nobody understands me but me It used to bother me at first But now my conscience is free I ask the lord to give me strength And bless the hood And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for good Knock on wood I'm still here through all these trials and tribulations Tryin' to make it Shit, a lot of niggas couldn't take it My girls hate it When I go to clubs and stay out late She think I'm fucking around with hoes Gimme a break Get off my case Can I be committed to you And ride 'round without feelin' tied down Damn girl, I catch enough hell on the streets When I come home I want some tender lovin' and peace No one can take your place, you my ace I dig your jealously boo But sometimes I need my space I keep you laced Like you won the lottery see But God damn I gotta be free Chorus:(2x) I wanna be free No more player hater I gotta be free I wanna be free Gettin' tired of waitin' I gotta be free |
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