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