spirit say That I am Free Free to lift my hands Free to say amen Free to know that someday I will smile again I'm Free Free to laugh not cry Free to
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the gun, I lick one shot I make your whole squad run, None, Is about to fuck with the sun Mally G, I never kick a rhyme for free, Function rap skills
bus Way in the back fuck ya to a [Incomprehensible] We nation riders, stand beside us We big niggaz and you don't wanna fight us We nation riders to
Crew) (They're back!) Chorus: (2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?) (2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!) (2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!) (2 Live Crew
-know in my tennis skirt(?) And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this Now here's a nation for my Nation 'cause I place you on the
and it was scary So I dropped By All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy It Takes A Nation
I would like to throw 'Rock Box' in the start of this one Run D, Run D M C" Here wego again What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about
the captain more scared than his crew is beautiful people to me And the finest government you could buy, it's beautiful people I see If you live five to one
Flyin' Flyin' CHORUS Flyin' high Flyin' free We're kids and that's the way that we want it Here we go, 1-2-3 You see there's no one that can stop us
, what's wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able You had a crew, especially known to kill for you Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
me dude you gon' lose Hit you with one-two's, your lungs bruised My foot in the butter so many crews call me doo-doo shoes. (West Stone) You know Stone
that's me In the flesh and I guess I'm the best In the muther fuckin midwest 'cause there's no contest For the pimp in the pimp of the nation So fuck
get ready (Isn't that random? Gonna freak it national) Sound boy gonna rock you (Isn't that random?) People rock steady (Isn't that random?) To be the one
the speakers, the voices of various toys who ate the poision, fuckin' up the solo juts an the one that snuck their boys in, like a free for all buffee
my countrymen again? As the captain calls us on the deck, I take my things and walk To the harbor side I glance back one last time Fleeing our nation
get it One by the gun, two stomped out by my shoe three you get strung up by the limb of a tree I never rhyme for free, so A & R's they got to pay me
