One Blood (Remix)

Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitchYou know what it isWhen you see me two twelvin you homieYou bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitchBALLLLLINPeace blood, peace almightyWe all thugs and we run the streets nightlyAnd get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' outAnd I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers outOne shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers outAnd we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin outMy feary side, where we rideAnd we all fly high in the Leer G5'sSo, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang!And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim!It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang![Snoop Dogg]They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuzWe from a different street, all got that different heatBut when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beatSo if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit usAnd we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugsWe sure to stay in touch and clean your mess upAnd if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE![Nas]Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my niggaI made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit JiggaI got rappers gettin mad at meI got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at meI got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radioTalkin bout how they gon spray, and take me awayBut I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questionedHave your whole hood holler shit about my progression[T.I.]You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fiftySo I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW![The Game]Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shotsI bring it back to life, give it a couple shotsThe kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-ZToo many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face meThis ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist DeepI'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big MeekShe givin one blood, one love, on dubs140 thousand the first week... UHHH![Fat Joe]All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff facesTill them niggaz lyin still up in stiff casesWithin styrofome... and embalmin fluidI been gone too long and I'm down to lose itSomebody go and get this nigga a pint boxAnd I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shotsYeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist looseCall me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too![Lil' Wayne]504 gangsta, New Orleans soldierBangin underwater, fuck around and soak yaLouisiana gunner, I'm bout my holsterAnd if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcerI'm bickin back, bein bool on the EastsideOr New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hiveAin't nothin sweet unless its presidentialCause that is where I sleep, now give me my key![N.O.R.E.]New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweetWe will black wall street by the swapmeet with heatDef Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot inThe building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me'sWho took believers an opportunity to breatheAnd you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shitYou can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick[Jadakiss & Styles P](One blood) we used to the spillin(Came from the hood) so we used to the killinUsed to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?(Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)[Fabolous]WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at mostShooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plugHavin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugsCatch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubsCouple Africans, with balloons full of drugsIf they like me, tell 'em line upWhile I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up[Juelz Santana]Mic check, one two, one two, checkI'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on twoLet's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punchSo what you boys gon do to me? I'm born streetYour life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)Mama told me not to play with fire butShe never told me I would grow to be a liar[Rick Ross]One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangsSave the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrantShame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy sellerKeep white in the office call it Jerry HellerLettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pickAnd we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics[Twista]Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz atChi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas atChi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures atGame, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, niggaHe got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, niggaHurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, niggaHit him in the head and the body with a bulletWhen I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out![Daz]WHATTUP CUZ?!?![Kurupt]Yeah rollin with two gripsGlock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clipsGot two tiny locos ready to take tripsShake and make trips, high stakes to take gripsBut they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddleThey hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochleWest coast gang bang, riders erasin emGot funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz![Daz Dillinger]Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crewRIP for niggaz who don't stay trueDeep down in the crevices, see the jets veteranDwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshinI'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoasterThrowin up two C's, wit two guns in my holsterI'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to ComptonDown wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problemsFrom the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meetTo Compton, Slauson Swap MeetWorldwide, get swept away by the tideBy G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE![WC]Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!From the westside, strivin to dead emWhere them killers throw that third letter upLike Raymond Washington and Tookie WilliamsBlue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry greenCadillac on blue D's and a blue TMoney thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dubWhat the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?[E-40]The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop emOpen you up if you got a problemUp top, born in Cali-forn-iaClean your clock, open your can of tunaMake a choice to see the hell or it's heavenGet your chest layed out wit the FM 57This ain't nothin to do with nobodyBut in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies[Bun B]I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all blackBut when we say what it do, they never say holla backBun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air MaxNeon green outta fight club off a fair factsAsk the hundreds, it's doable, I done done itAt the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummitRun to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differWipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood![Chamillionaire]I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reasonChamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatinSo shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatinMy label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tvLike (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe meNeed to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be meGame said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G![Slim Thug]Its one blood if you blood or cuzFrom that number one thug, its still one loveI rep my blue boy team but I do it for greenI do it for my folks, vice lords and kingsAll us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocksTryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knotPut ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not![Young Dro]My feed mashable, murders are catastrophicalCars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstaclesTrappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossibleI got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossableShark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropicalAll guns choppable, all blocks are mobbableI am unstoppable, my calico is toxableLyrically diabolical, cushion is not ??[The Clipse]Red rum, red rum such power in the tongueNever in the wildest, was he talkin to themStyle on niggaz, but feel it to the numbJapanese thread, brought flavor to these bumsConsider me the savior, look what the lord gave yaMy celebrated presence like the return of RayfulFrolic in the snow, so playfulAnd revivin the track like we flowin through jumper cablesWhat duo you know get XXL kudos while coppin off CoolioClassic shit we mastered this, left for dead I'm back, I'm LazarethShit, one trip, one blood, LA, New YorkThe Game, the Rule, one love, guns upHands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit muchThe style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed upWith money movin like coke, these days gotta re-upG up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act upYou see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or bloodNiggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breatheOnly because the guns are drawn and aimed to partNiggaz that got bullets with names on them!Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at meLook at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half meYou bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in familyWho sadly gets torn between one crip and onebloodY'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!