One Blood (west Coast Remix) Lyrics - Game

(Jim Jones Intro) 

Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch 

You know what it is 

When you see me two twelvin you homie 

You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch 

(Jim Jones) 

BALLLLLIN' 

Peace blood, peace almighty 

We all thugs and we run the streets nightly 

And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out 

And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out 

One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out 

And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out 

My feary side, where we ride 

And we all fly high in the Leer G5's 

So, twist ya fingers up and bang, muf**ka bang! 

Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin slang! 

And a 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim! 

It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! 

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(Snoop Dogg) 

They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause 

21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, 'cause 

We from a different street, all got that different heat 

But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat 

So if you f**k with blood, then you f**k wit us 

And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs 

We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up 

And 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 nigga 

I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga 

I got rappers gettin mad at me 

I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me 

I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio 

Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away 

But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned 

Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression 

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(T.I.) 

You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty 

So 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 f**k 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 shots 

I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots 

The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z 

Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me 

This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep 

I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meat 

She givin one blood, one love, on dubs 

140 thousand the first week... UHHH! 

(Fat Joe) 

All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces 

Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases 

Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid 

I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it 

Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box 

And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots 

Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose 

Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too! 

(Lil' Wayne) 

504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier 

Bangin underwater, f**k around and soak ya 

Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster 

And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer 

I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside 

Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive 

Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential 

Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key! 

(N.O.R.E.) 

New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet 

We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat 

Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in 

The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN! 

Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's 

Who took believers an opportunity to breathe 

And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit 

You 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 killin 

Used 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 (motherf**kin' 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 mothaf**kin 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 most 

Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS! 

I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug 

Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs 

Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs 

Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs 

If they like me, tell 'em line up 

While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up 

(Juelz Santana) 

Mic check, one two, one two, check 

I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two 

Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM! 

Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch 

So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street 

Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!) 

Mama told me not to play with fire but 

She never told me I would grow to be a lighter 

(Rick Ross) 

One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs 

Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross) 

The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant 

Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross) 

I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller 

Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller 

Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick 

And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics 

(Twista) 

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at 

Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at 

Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at 

Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps! 

He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga 

He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga 

Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga 

Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet 

When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! 

(Daz) 

WHATTUP 'cause?!?! 

(Kurupt) 

Yeah rollin with two grips 

Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips 

Got two tiny locos ready to take trips 

Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips 

But they know what's crackin 'cause, cause as we huddle 

They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle 

West coast gang bang, riders erasin em 

Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, 'cause! 

(Daz Dillinger) 

Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew 

RIP for niggaz who don't stay true 

Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran 

Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin 

I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster 

Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster 

I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton 

Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems 

From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet 

? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet 

Worldwide, get swept away by the tide 

By 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 em 

Where them killers throw that third letter up 

Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams 

Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green 

Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T 

Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub 

What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? 

(E-40) 

The Bay Area, f**kers, we pop em 

Open you up if you got a problem 

Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia 

Clean your clock, open your can of tuna 

Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven 

Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57 

This ain't nothin to do with nobody 

But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies 

(Bun B) 

I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black 

But when we say what it do, they never say holla back 

Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max 

Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts 

Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it 

At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit 

Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ 

Wipe 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 reason 

Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin! 

My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin 

So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin 

My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv 

Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me 

Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me 

Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G! 

(Slim Thug) 

Its one blood if you blood or 'cause 

From that number one thug, its still one love 

I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green 

I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings 

All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks 

Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot 

Put ya sets in the air, scream f**k the cops! 

We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! 

(Young Dro) 

My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical 

Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles 

Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible 

I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable 

Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical 

All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable 

I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable 

Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ? 

(The Clipse) 

Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue) 

Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them) 

Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb) 

Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums) 

Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya) 

My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful) 

Frolic in the snow, so playful 

(And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables 

(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio 

(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth) 

(Ja Rule) 

Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York 

The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up 

Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much 

The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up 

With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up 

G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up 

You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up! 

Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your 'cause or (blood) 

...Niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe 

Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part 

Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! 

Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me 

Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me 

You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family 

Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood) 

Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!