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Free Score

in grease. I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves. Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves. Four score I said four score

Among the hardest survivors. Learn from these streets They can be bleak Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat So we strugglin fightin' to eat And we wonderin When we'll be free

all to see The final score , the circus melody His star that shone so bright, Gave comfort in the night The light that always held him Set him free The

ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo So niggas

me (What you're tryin' ta do to me Oh-oh-oh think (think) Let your mind go let yourself be free People walkin' around everyday Playin' games and takin' scores

to do to me Baby, think, let your mind go, let yourself be free People walking around everyday, playing games that they can score Trying to make other

so kind. Has the record been breaking, Did the needle just skip, Is there somebody waitin', Was there a slip of the lip? What was it you wanted I ain't keepin' score

(story of story of) [Krayzie] Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen Depend on me, let 'em leave Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give

edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You