Above the Law - Set Free lyrics
[Above the Law - Set Free lyrics]
We were once the kings and queens
And now we've became the slaves
We were once, uh, the innovator
But now we've just became the imitator
We were once the leader
But now we've just become the follower
Separating ourselves in packs that
We call sets i wanna be free, uh
Free, free!
Yo, I was born as a player
Momma had to break her neck
Coming up hard in the west Dallas projects
Thinking to 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 west coast
Uh, yeah, so let me take a toast
Or have a roast for
My homies, my comrades, my dawgs, my locs
Yeah, peace to ya
Cause it’s rough in the bay
That’s why we always staying
High off that dank
Trying to stay high cause the system
Always trying to keep us down
Hayyy, so I clown, cause I get down
Plotting as a nation of millions that
Want me to keep it underground, yo
I ain’t a scared nigga
So I ain’t misled nigga
Call me the head nigga
Straight corn-fed nigga
And you get two drops for relief
Or straight get served on the 1st and 15th
I used to be a breaker, I used to be a popper
But my first pet peeve is
I hate a short stopper
My second a nigga trying to
Play me for some pussy
Just like my homie Sam tried to play
Me for this bitch named Cookie
He’s a rookie trying to play a man’s game
But he don’t know, how I got her broke
How I got a cane
As for why I’m crazy, blame it on my momma
It’s not what you get out of life
It’s what you make of it
Get your hustle on and you
Reap all the benefit's
I’ve been working hard for ten years, I’m a G
And how I keep it, is by staying set free
Yeah
Sha doo ba dop set me free
Check it out i love the way your brass
Bed slides across the floor
I can’t forget the past yo
The sweat starts to pour down my body
I pause as I stare 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 '84
A year later, still living off that shit
Counting a little paper as
The world takes hit's
And hit's sets over here, sets over there
You can tell they a set by the
Stars and they rags in the air
Bailing through the motherfucking street
Like this is a war and
They’s a motherfucking fleet
And the news starts to glorify
Them homicides and drive-bys
While we get high and rock them fly rhymes
Still serving that powder by the gram
While some of my niggas go to the pen
It’s up to Uncle Sam
Keeping brothers in check
Keep the birds on deck
White man keep us starving with no respect
So think about it
When you’re hustlin with your gang
Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chain
Just to stay, uh … free! Yeah, set free
And now we've became the slaves
We were once, uh, the innovator
But now we've just became the imitator
We were once the leader
But now we've just become the follower
Separating ourselves in packs that
We call sets i wanna be free, uh
Free, free!
Yo, I was born as a player
Momma had to break her neck
Coming up hard in the west Dallas projects
Thinking to 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 west coast
Uh, yeah, so let me take a toast
Or have a roast for
My homies, my comrades, my dawgs, my locs
Yeah, peace to ya
Cause it’s rough in the bay
That’s why we always staying
High off that dank
Trying to stay high cause the system
Always trying to keep us down
Hayyy, so I clown, cause I get down
Plotting as a nation of millions that
Want me to keep it underground, yo
I ain’t a scared nigga
So I ain’t misled nigga
Call me the head nigga
Straight corn-fed nigga
And you get two drops for relief
Or straight get served on the 1st and 15th
I used to be a breaker, I used to be a popper
But my first pet peeve is
I hate a short stopper
My second a nigga trying to
Play me for some pussy
Just like my homie Sam tried to play
Me for this bitch named Cookie
He’s a rookie trying to play a man’s game
But he don’t know, how I got her broke
How I got a cane
As for why I’m crazy, blame it on my momma
It’s not what you get out of life
It’s what you make of it
Get your hustle on and you
Reap all the benefit's
I’ve been working hard for ten years, I’m a G
And how I keep it, is by staying set free
Yeah
Sha doo ba dop set me free
Check it out i love the way your brass
Bed slides across the floor
I can’t forget the past yo
The sweat starts to pour down my body
I pause as I stare 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 '84
A year later, still living off that shit
Counting a little paper as
The world takes hit's
And hit's sets over here, sets over there
You can tell they a set by the
Stars and they rags in the air
Bailing through the motherfucking street
Like this is a war and
They’s a motherfucking fleet
And the news starts to glorify
Them homicides and drive-bys
While we get high and rock them fly rhymes
Still serving that powder by the gram
While some of my niggas go to the pen
It’s up to Uncle Sam
Keeping brothers in check
Keep the birds on deck
White man keep us starving with no respect
So think about it
When you’re hustlin with your gang
Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chain
Just to stay, uh … free! Yeah, set free