Above The Law - Set Free Lyrics
[Intro: Cold 187Um]We were once uhh.. being kings and queensAnd now we have became just enslavedWe were once uhh.. being in AmericaBut now we have just became slavesWe were once uhh.. being in AfricaBut now we have became just the product of..Saperated in souls and hearts that we call setsI wanna be free, uhh.. free, free!![Verse One: Cold 187Um]Yo, I was known as a player, mamma had to break her neckComing up hard in the west Dollas projectsThinking into myself, I can live or either die hereSo when I step, yo, I step with no fearCause you can either get your bang onOr you can get your slang onIn the 90's on the westcoastUhh.. yeah, so let me take a toastOr have a boast frommy homies, my comrades, my dogs, my locsYeah, Peace for you, cause it's rough in the bayThat's why we always staying high of that d-ayTrying to stay high; cause the system always trying to keep us downHaayyy, so I clown, cause I get downPlotting as a nation of niggaz that want me to keep it undergroundYo, I ain't this dead nigga, so I ain't mislaid niggaCall me the head nigga, straight call fed niggaThen you get two souses for reliefBy straight get served on the 1st of FifteenI used to be your breaker, I used to be your popperBut my first; dead beef as I hate the short stopperMy second; a nigga trying to play me for some *****Just my homie Sam tried to play for this ***** named CookieHe's a rookie trying to play a man's gameBut he don't know, how I got a brought, how I got a cameThere's always some kind of dramaThat's why I'm crazy, blame it on my mammaIt's not what you get out of life, it's what you make of itGet your hustle on and you will bone the benefitsI've been working hard for ten years, I'm a GeeAnd how I keep it, is by staying set free, yeah[Chorus: Cold 187Um Chanting]Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, TechniqueShot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, stay with meShot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Set freeShot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Stay with meSet Free, Set Free, Set Free..[Verse Two: KM.G]Check it outI love the way your brass ***** ?? across the floorI can't forget the past y'all, the sweat starts to pourDown my body, I pause as I stand up out the windowI've think of what I got then I've think of what I've been throughI've reminisced about the mother*****ing old daysOld lays, and how we was in mother*****ing painRolling with my partner, to get a *****ing zoneScared to hold some cocaine, I think it was eighty fourA year later, still living off that shitCounting a little paper as the world takes hitsAnd hits; sets over here, sets over thereYou can tell they're set by the stars and they brags in the airBailing through the mother*****ing streetLike this is a war, but thangs are mother*****ing freeAs the news starts to glorify them homicides and drive-bysWhile we get high and rock them fly rhymesStill serving them power by the gramWhile some of niggaz go to the pen, it's up to Uncle SamKeeping brothers in check, keeping buds on deckWhite man keep us starving with no respectSo think about it, when you hustle with your gang[Cold 187Um]Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chainJust to stay uhh.. Free!Yeah, set free
