Set free - Above The Law

We were once uhh.

being kings and queens

And now we have became just enslaved

We were once uhh.

being in America

But now we have just became slaves

We were once uhh.

being in Africa

But now we have became just the product of.

Saperated in souls and hearts that we call sets

I wanna be free, uhh.

free, free!

Yo, I was known as a player, mamma had to break her neck

Coming up hard in the west Dollas projects

Thinking into myself, I can live or either die here

So when I step, yo, I step with no fear

Cause you can either get your bang on

Or you can get your slang on

In the 90's on the westcoast

Uhh.

yeah, so let me take a toast

Or have a boast from

my homies, my comrades, my dogs, my locs

Yeah, Peace for you, cause it’s rough in the bay

That’s why we always staying high of that d-ay

Trying to stay high;

cause the system always trying to keep us down

Haayyy, so I clown, cause I get down

Plotting as a nation of niggaz that want me to keep it underground

Yo, I ain’t this dead nigga, so I ain’t mislaid nigga

Call me the head nigga, straight call fed nigga

Then you get two souses for relief

By straight get served on the 1st of Fifteen

I used to be your breaker, I used to be your popper

But my first;

dead beef as I hate the short stopper

My second;

a nigga trying to play me for some pussy

Just my homie Sam tried to play for this bitch named Cookie

He’s a rookie trying to play a man’s game

But he don’t know, how I got a brought, how I got a came

There’s always some kind of drama

That’s why I’m crazy, blame it on my mamma

It’s not what you get out of life, it’s what you make of it

Get your hustle on and you will bone the benefits

I’ve been working hard for ten years, I’m a Gee

And how I keep it, is by staying set free, yeah

Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Technique

Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, stay with me

Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Set free

Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Stay with me

Set Free, Set Free, Set Free.

Check it out

I love the way your brass bitch ??

across the floor

I can’t forget the past y’all, the sweat starts to pour

Down my body, I pause as I stand up out the window

I’ve think of what I got then I’ve think of what I’ve been through

I’ve reminisced about the motherfucking old days

Old lays, and how we was in motherfucking pain

Rolling with my partner, to get a fucking zone

Scared to hold some cocaine, I think it was eighty four

A year later, still living off that shit

Counting a little paper as the world takes hits

And hits;

sets over here, sets over there

You can tell they’re set by the stars and they brags in the air

Bailing through the motherfucking street

Like this is a war, but thangs are motherfucking free

As the news starts to glorify them homicides and drive-bys

While we get high and rock them fly rhymes

Still serving them power by the gram

While some of niggaz go to the pen, it’s up to Uncle Sam

Keeping brothers in check, keeping buds on deck

White man keep us starving with no respect

So think about it, when you hustle with your gang

Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chain

Just to stay uhh.

Free!

Yeah, set free