Free World lyrics

by

James Smith


[Intro]
- Big Mike, parole visit
- Damn, another parole visit
Hope this time they let me out this motherf*cker
- Big Mike, alias Peter Man
Ah, you have several prior convictions, son
But what the f*ck is your cause for incarceration this time?

[Verse 1: Big Mike]
Busted for assault, five-o swooped real fast
I know I shoulda bailed after I got off this b*tch ass
Now I'm sittin in the city, next to county
With all of these funky motherf*ckers standin' around me
Funky-ass, p*ssy-ass, sh*tty-ass smells
They need to clean up these goddamn jails
I told the bossman I wanted a bunk
Because I'm sick of bein' in here with these motherf*ckin punks
"Watch your mouth" - watch my mouth for what?
If the feeling's right, motherf*cker, come on and jump
'Cause I ain't fearing no one, no way
Step to me, your ass is mine today
'Cause I'm throwin bolos, doin' solos
And I'ma let you hoes know
That if you jump me, you better do it right
If not, none of you hoes gon' sleep tonight
The guard showed up on the double
Hog-tied me 'cause they said I was causin' trouble
The n*gga down the hall callin' Earl
Damn, I can't wait to hit the free world
[Bridge]
- Yo, bring that yellow motherf*cker 3-2 down here
Bring him out here
- Let me go, b*tch
- Sit your ass down, boy
- Sit down
- You just can't seem to stay yo ass out of trouble
What are you locked down for this time?

[Verse 2: Lord 3-2]
I was sellin on the corner of Green and Glover
Watchin' my back 'cause of the f*ckin undercovers
The state gave me two bills the first time I left, G
But with nowhere to go, nothin' to eat, what will it do for me?
I guess that's the whole damn object
To keep us black motherf*ckers in the projects
They build more and more projects without askin'
And more f*ckin penitentiaries to put our ass in
That's why I'm on a corner with twenties and dimes
A dope fiend with a marked twenty, he out his f*ckin mind
Goddamn, he tried to break fast
'Cause I pulled out my sh*t and start bustin' caps at his ass
And as I was pullin' the trigger
The jump-out boys jumped out on a n*gga
Playin' me for a dummy
They gave the fiend a hit to buy the sh*t from me
Now I gotta freeze like a statue
It ain't no runnin' when assault rifles pointed at you
Questionin' me about doors kicked in
While the white man's in federal gettin' his ass licked in
Ain't that somethin'? Them fiend-ass snitches
That's why when I see 'em I whoop them funky b*tches
And have they ass screamin' just like a girl
Pretty soon, they gon' have to let me back to the free world
[Bridge]
- If you all are considered for parole
Is y'all gonna get a damn job?

[Verse 3: Big Mike, Lord 3-2 & Both]
That sh*t about lookin' for a job, n*gga, please
I'm gonna buy me a ounce and make some quick-ass g's
I got some scores to settle, some hearts to break
Some nuts to bust and some lives to take
Some mo' dope to sell, mo' b*tches to rape
And, b*tch, if they take me back, I bet I'll escape
The last thing they'll see is my shoe sole
I'm kickin' ass as I'm steppin' out this slop hole
And that mothef*ckin' cop who locked me up
Your ass is mine, you better run, you better hide, you better duck
'Cause I'ma cause so much trouble, raise so much hell
Kill the judge who put me away and blow up this f*ckin' jail
Yeah, let all my homies go free
With all these sc*mbags on the street, it ain't no motherf*ckin' catchin' me
(What about the guards?) That's just they luck
'Cause I don't give a damn, give a sh*t, or give a f*ck
Not one of you hoes cared when I was in
So when I'm out, I be doin' what I gotta do to win
And if killin' your momma is the wish
Hehe, she's gonna be another dead b*tch
We gon' cause static like Braddock in Missing in Action 2
Instead of takin' out one, we're takin' out your whole crew
Some motherf*ckers smooth and swift
Cut yo' body in pieces and send 'em off as Christmas gifts
Put a bow on your di*k and send it your girl
And we'll be ready for your ass when we hit the free world
[Outro]
- Parole denied!
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