AB-SOUL L.A. LEAKERS FREESTYLE LYRICS - SPITS OVER 2PAC 'HIT EM UP' & BIGGIES 'WHO SHOT YA'

ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED Lyrics First off love your bitch and the clique you claim Top dawg we the squad running everything They will never understand what we did for this shit The real lyricists that unified the blood and the crips Red and blue made green we made that make sense Ain’t saying we invented it but we stuck to the script Shoutout to Nip and Body Holly Selassie and posthumous Community revolutionary in progress Started from the projects the multi million dollar contracts I wonder if the hypothesis was correct You give a person the worse of circumstances, stand back He may or not fade to black but can’t crack foreal Back to me absolutely that’s real by definition divide intervention untouchable Stole the show and I made it still Stole the show made it - yeah let me chill The wordplay is top tier like my boss just cried Rollerblade and take a dive bitch fall in line Say I’m underrated but wait a minute if a million niggas saying the same shit then y’all all just lied honestly I’m over qualified But they don’t see the bigger picture cuz it didn’t come in wallet size Talking heavy like you fly you ain’t even a ostrich size Run and hide and be ostracized Don’t play with me I ain’t tripping off of y’all top 5 Save your statements all your documents are falsified We the mafia of the west I know K dot left That’s still my partner in crime respect the family ties nigga And Carson in the motherfuckin house Del Amo watch your motherfuckin mouth Imma say it till I can’t putting paint where it ain’t though Stuck to the paper you could say I’m a staple I be where you can’t go Everyday I’m breathing is a celebration life is too champagneful Sayonara I don’t wanna but I gotta Hit Em Up Call it quits you niggas full of shit you need a enema I’m only warming up check the temperature I do it big as Christopher you niggas miniature I need a ticket for my signature or we can’t get it done Ask glasses I’ve been certified I’m with the blue division by blood but watch cuz multiply Uh huh And niggas know I’m different Y’all end the prayer with amen that’s how I begin it for instance - hey man Microphone checka The casinos closed it don’t get no betta One for the money two for the show hoe Soulo yo There is only uno first and foremost Also far as y’all go im more so immortal Catch me in your next life I’ll be on the next level Whipping work in Hell’s Kitchen blindfolded like the dare devil Marvel at my madness my method fantastic One handful of deadman other hand on a bad bitch On the other hand I’m from another dimension Might give a nigga dementia trying to keep up with the scripture Black lip pastor black sheep in the pasture Soul Lucian I ain’t never asked G for the answer Kept it lit like a lantern X factor by any means Pulling cash out my sacks like Terri’s Martin or Kenny G I’m overthinking I should have listened to Kenny beats Yo yo check I told punch I’ll probably get assessed Fuck that still blowing whistles Life is too short the homies holding pistols I gotta eat I mean like on a food court true More transactions than the LGBTQ ou Respectfully Ofcourse You know do what thou wilt Still wicked as what’s her name but get it straight though I’m a Carson cult I’m no occultist Poet Laureate 10 toes to the flow cause fortune favors the boat is the illest They call me Covid 20 get vaccinated Silent weapons for quiet wars get detonated Cops killing niggas remind us we need eachother Got us wearing masks we barely could see eachother On social media we don’t know how to treat eachother Cancel culture all we wanna do is beat eachother This food for thought cuz I thought we should feed eachother Just don’t remember to forget there will never be another soul No no No I ain’t finished yet More frequencies to implement Energy to reciprocate Philosophies to intercept My nigga said the system set why fight it we in the net I’m getting back this is my hex boson flow Dope in the pack with the stove on low Cannonballs at the boat y’all row They corrupted the black panthers so we took it to wakanda then t’challa caught cancer So how the fuck am I supposed to focus on making music with all the moguls we losing and all this global confusion The rich getting richer and the pope getting slicker Robin Hood then sold his boat for a Draco nigga bang Ya and shoutout to the la leaker It’s still raw backwards on all of you rappers Actually y’all be more competitive speechless My advice is you keep quiet I’m the best MC breathing When I say I’m the nicest I really mean it It’s not a secret I’m the sickest get infected We the better Death Row Snoop said it Lethal injection Y’all might got more money than me but I’m indebted So y’all can keep sleeping on me I’m imbedded