[Intro: Ab-Soul, Justin Credible & DJ Sourmilk]
Yeah, you see what it is, man
Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, yeah, LA Leakers
Carson is here, oh man, Ab-Soul
Carson in the motherfuckin' house
TDE is here tonight
Real talk, I can't, I still can't believe I ain't been here yet
I really feel like y'all lyin' to me (That's crazy)
Y'all hidin the footage (Yeah), know what I mean?
Yeah, oh yeah, and I, and I ain't fuckin' niggas bitches no more (Oh, okay)
It's all respect, Soulo (Done with that?)
Look
[Part I: ''Hit 'Em Up" by 2Pac]
[Verse]
First off, love your bitch and the clique you claim
Top Dawg, we the squad runnin' everythin'
They will never understand what we did for this shit
The real lyricist that unified the Bloods and the Crips
Red and blue make green, we made that make sense
Ain't sayin' we invented it, but we stuck to the script
Shout out to Nip, embodied Haile 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 worst of circumstances, stand back
He may or may not fade to black, but can he crack? (Woo)
For real, back to me, Ab-solutely
That's real, by definition, divine intervention
Untouchable, stole the show and I made a steal
Stolen show, made a (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 sayin' the same shit, then y'all just lied
Honestly, I'm overqualified
But they don't see the bigger picture, 'cause it didn't come in wallet size
Talkin' heavy like you fly, you ain't even a ostrich size
Run and hide and be ostracized
Don't play with 'em, I ain't trippin' over y'all top-five
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
Uh, and Carson in the motherfuckin' house
Del Amo watch your motherfuckin' mouth
I'ma say it 'til I can't, puttin' paint where it ain't though
Stuck to the paper, you can say I'm a staple
I be where you can't go, every day I'm still breathin'
Is a celebration, life is too champagneful
Sayonara, I don't wanna, but I gotta hit 'em up
Callin' quits, you niggas full of shit, you need a enema
I'm only warmin' up, check the temperature
Yeah, you see what it is, man
Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, yeah, LA Leakers
Carson is here, oh man, Ab-Soul
Carson in the motherfuckin' house
TDE is here tonight
Real talk, I can't, I still can't believe I ain't been here yet
I really feel like y'all lyin' to me (That's crazy)
Y'all hidin the footage (Yeah), know what I mean?
Yeah, oh yeah, and I, and I ain't fuckin' niggas bitches no more (Oh, okay)
It's all respect, Soulo (Done with that?)
Look
[Part I: ''Hit 'Em Up" by 2Pac]
[Verse]
First off, love your bitch and the clique you claim
Top Dawg, we the squad runnin' everythin'
They will never understand what we did for this shit
The real lyricist that unified the Bloods and the Crips
Red and blue make green, we made that make sense
Ain't sayin' we invented it, but we stuck to the script
Shout out to Nip, embodied Haile 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 worst of circumstances, stand back
He may or may not fade to black, but can he crack? (Woo)
For real, back to me, Ab-solutely
That's real, by definition, divine intervention
Untouchable, stole the show and I made a steal
Stolen show, made a (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 sayin' the same shit, then y'all just lied
Honestly, I'm overqualified
But they don't see the bigger picture, 'cause it didn't come in wallet size
Talkin' heavy like you fly, you ain't even a ostrich size
Run and hide and be ostracized
Don't play with 'em, I ain't trippin' over y'all top-five
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
Uh, and Carson in the motherfuckin' house
Del Amo watch your motherfuckin' mouth
I'ma say it 'til I can't, puttin' paint where it ain't though
Stuck to the paper, you can say I'm a staple
I be where you can't go, every day I'm still breathin'
Is a celebration, life is too champagneful
Sayonara, I don't wanna, but I gotta hit 'em up
Callin' quits, you niggas full of shit, you need a enema
I'm only warmin' up, check the temperature
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