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{I thought all our problems were over}



Westcoast we`re not suppose to know better

I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh?

You mother fuckers done lost y`all mind

Y`all done bumped y`all mother fuckin head

Now there`s got to be somethin done bout all this shit that`s occurrin

I don`t like it

I don`t like it one mother fuckin bit



Trick Daddy:



Free me

I`ve been captured by some demons

They drainin my blood

Taken samples of my semen

Got the nerve to call me crazy

Tappin all my telephones

Questioning my lady`s

But I trained them every summer

Hope to ball and never fumble

Survive in the jungle

It stinks like Stevie Wonder

Rainy days, I`ll be the thunder

No carma and no drama

So I gots to ask my mama

Yo, why Kenny left me starvin

Didn`t daddy do his part?

She explained she had a heart

She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god

{Its Hard}



Courus: x2



You better run nigga

Do ya thang nigga

Get off a chain nigga

Cause you`s a free nigga

Run nigga

Thang nigga

Chain nigga

{What}



I`m holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation

Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it

And that means technically I`m still a slave and you`re still

a slave owner





Tre+6 :



I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas

And niggas who wanna be known as thugs

Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs

But ain`t no love when they spray

Pray for them everyday

Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late

To my dismay my niggas ain`t no thugs

They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day

And anything in they way, they gonna crush it

But if ain`t about that flow then don`t discuss it

Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted

Willin to die for anything, and that`s official

Without or with you, pistol be government issued

With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed

We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve



Funk Boogie:



See no like myself

See I hear no, speak no, see no evil

Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people

Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang

See if I was a killa, y`all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang

But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen

Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie

Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin

That`s why I`m on the rock so for sure they gets nothin

Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that`s the click

We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch



Courus: x 2





Tre+6 :



Samba bring dead ain`t got shit to live for

Talkin bout you real how you killed so

Scared to death, shakin like a dildo

Find something to live for

It`s sad to see you with that slave mentality

Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain`t no lookin back

Better run like hell, for sure you`ll end up dead, don`t bump your head

Man I`m bout to make right for you and me

To my ghetto children, Be Free

See how life`s suppose to be





Run nigga

What

Thang nigga

What

Chain nigga

What



{It`s over}

Run nigga

What {it`s over}

Thang nigga

What {it`s over

Chain nigga

What {it`s over}

{Nigga we runaway slaves}

{Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain`t going back}

{I thought all our problems were over}



Westcoast we`re not suppose to know better

I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh?

You mother fuckers done lost y`all mind

Y`all done bumped y`all mother fuckin head

Now there`s got to be somethin done bout all this shit that`s occurrin

I don`t like it

I don`t like it one mother fuckin bit



Trick Daddy:



Free me

I`ve been captured by some demons

They drainin my blood

Taken samples of my semen

Got the nerve to call me crazy

Tappin all my telephones

Questioning my lady`s

But I trained them every summer

Hope to ball and never fumble

Survive in the jungle

It stinks like Stevie Wonder

Rainy days, I`ll be the thunder

No carma and no drama

So I gots to ask my mama

Yo, why Kenny left me starvin

Didn`t daddy do his part?

She explained she had a heart

She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god

{Its Hard}



Courus: x2



You better run nigga

Do ya thang nigga

Get off a chain nigga

Cause you`s a free nigga

Run nigga

Thang nigga

Chain nigga

{What}



I`m holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation

Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it

And that means technically I`m still a slave and you`re still

a slave owner





Tre+6 :



I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas

And niggas who wanna be known as thugs

Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs

But ain`t no love when they spray

Pray for them everyday

Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late

To my dismay my niggas ain`t no thugs

They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day

And anything in they way, they gonna crush it

But if ain`t about that flow then don`t discuss it

Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted

Willin to die for anything, and that`s official

Without or with you, pistol be government issued

With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed

We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve



Funk Boogie:



See no like myself

See I hear no, speak no, see no evil

Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people

Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang

See if I was a killa, y`all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang

But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen

Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie

Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin

That`s why I`m on the rock so for sure they gets nothin

Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that`s the click

We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch



Courus: x 2





Tre+6 :



Samba bring dead ain`t got shit to live for

Talkin bout you real how you killed so

Scared to death, shakin like a dildo

Find something to live for

It`s sad to see you with that slave mentality

Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain`t no lookin back

Better run like hell, for sure you`ll end up dead, don`t bump your head

Man I`m bout to make right for you and me

To my ghetto children, Be Free

See how life`s suppose to be





Run nigga

What

Thang nigga

What

Chain nigga

What



{It`s over}

Run nigga

What {it`s over}

Thang nigga

What {it`s over

Chain nigga

What {it`s over}

{Nigga we runaway slaves}

{Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain`t going back}

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