(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)