LIBERATION

[Intro: Big Kahuna OG]

Liberation, liberate the whole shit (Yeah)

The 716, nigga

From the trenches of Richmond, nigga

To the back of the carter, nigga

(Save everybody)

Fuckin' Hollywood, nigga

Get with it or get the fuck

Uh

[Verse 1: Big Kahuna OG]

When you start acting funny, I get hilarious

I was on the beat, now I'm on a ho

Whisper when I sleep, tryna hypnotize me out some dough

But a nigga exist since the outlier, went class punchin' outside it

Heard your fake ass love lying

When I left her alone, she got a tat of a dovе cryin'

This another gem I dropped, fragmеnt from a blood diamond

You could recognize the bop strictly off the first encounter

Built a catalogue off her

Smokin' shit to the gristle in the back of the carter when you was still playing possum

I need a P just to cuddle with

Seen me with it, then you [?] that's just pretend, I can tell

[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]

My nigga scraping off the top, sealed like Fort Knox

Teal color on the drop, fill run it to the block

Still summers, it's a lot, you was fumbling the pot

Nigga humble 'til he not, it was ugly in the spot, what you thought it was?

Takin' in some bag, fuck a buzz

We ain't order love, throw them up

Gold trenches in my hood, fuck the victim, it's the drugs [?] wasn't bugged, that was literal enough

Niggas shitting, why you cuss, it was lonely where you dancing at

Stuck in between a line of fire, handing off the pack

Through the wire, it's a given, I'ma hand you that

Racks in the middle I can gift you, nigga, handle that

[Verse 3: Quelle Chris]

Shit [?] doochie smell like coochie, don't it (Smell like coochie, don't it)

The butters Luch is crumbled up like blue cheese on 'em (Woah)

I pulled up but [?] like Mookie on 'em

My [?] yelling out "Boosie, ho" (Boosie, ho)

Too many blacks bury, like me like a 2G phone (Like a 2G phone)

It's Biggie with the cool G on (Cool G on)

Cooling out, it's meditated with coogi on

Your whole establishment get dookied on

It's the Mutant play, cousin lay the rubies on 'em (Lay the rubies on 'em)

Don't get buried to the game, shit'll do you wrong

Am I wrong? (Am I wrong?)

Hands on 'em like bongo

I just need a couple grams of that strong though, then a fronto

Squad like Giatto, Meion de Ondo

Chill like [?]

Master the universe like He-Man and Orko

Champagne gang look out when the cork go

[Verse 4: Henny L.O.]

In the top percent, I parted some niggas since they went opposite

My chopper dish it fierce, we mashing, you gotta attach the stench

Propositions sent, convince me and try to counter this

Never heard of making no shy money, that's common sense

In part, I completely seen the thought from a far side

You know it's other fish, but the scales is the dark side

I was raised [?] evasive schemes

Never getting back all the time, we gettin' rocked to sleep

Really it's the trap for prison to get your work for cheap

Really felt assured, we was free with no certainty

But I'm not Shariff, I'm really documentin'

All my guys [?] place them in a tough position, take 'em from they case and forced to miss 'em

Letters disintegrated, no visits

But I learn from my Gs to stand on business