[Intro]

(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 motherfuckers done lost y'all mind

Y'all done bumped y'all motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' bit

[Verse 1: 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, instincts 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, that's hard

[Chorus]

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)

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)

[Interlude]

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

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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 now that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen

Dealin with 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

[Chorus]

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)

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)

[Verse 4: Tre+6]

Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live fo'

Talkin' 'bout you real how you killed so

Scared to death, shakin' like a dildo

Find something to live fo'

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

[Outro]

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