One Blood (west Coast Remix) Lyrics - Singles - Slim Thug

Uh huh 

Jones 

Dipset 

Birdgang b*tch 

You know what it is 

When you see me two twelvin' you homie 

You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity 

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] 

BALLLLLIN' 

Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood) 

We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) 

And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) 

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

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 AM 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 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim 

Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang 

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[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] 

They call the D-O-dub 

Why you really trippin' cuz 

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

We from a different street, all got that different heat 

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

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

And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we bustin' slugs 

We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up 

And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside 

[Verse 3: Nas] 

Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my n*gga 

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 tryna clap at me 

I got these corny wanna be 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 

Photos 

[Verse 4: T.I.] 

You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty 

So I keep the smitty's wit me, shhh they comin to get me 

Hey Wut You Scared 

I'm prepared in the mall and all 

Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw McGraw 

b*tch I'ma cut that fool, better call the law 

I start sprayin', make f**k n*gga fall and crawl 

I press play like Puff, no pause at all 

Choppin' holes in the all the walls 

Thats all they saw 

[Verse 5: 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 n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me 

This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep 

I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big Meat 

She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 

140 thousand the first week uhhhhh 

[Hook: The Game] 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, 

[Verse 6: Fat Joe] 

All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces 

Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases 

With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid 

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

Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine 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 b*tch too 

[Verse 7: Lil Wayne] 

Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under water, 

fuck around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster, 

and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im bickin back bein bool 

on tha eastside, 

im in the new orleans where the blood at the beehive, 

and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential, 

cause that is where i sleep, now give me my key 

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] 

New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet 

We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with heat 

If Def Jam, they gonna flop him 

And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin' 

Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees 

Who took believers an opportunity to breathe 

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

You can come to Lefrak Queens and get jacked quick 

[Verse 9: Jadakiss and 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 ceilin' 

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 n*gga 

Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga 

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 

No security, 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 

[Verse 10: Fabolous] 

What it look like, all I say it most 

Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los' 

I let these n*ggas live, I told 'em pull the plug 

Have 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 

[Verse 11: Juelz Santana] 

Mic check, one two, one two 

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

You're eyein' us in the iron bus 

Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch 

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

Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach 

Mama told me not to play with fire but 

She never told I would grow to be a liar 

[Verse 12: Rick Ross] 

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

Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame 

The boss made it, yeah we floss flagrant 

Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas 

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 Darryl Gates 

[Verse 13: Twista] 

b*tch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them n*ggas 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 n*gga 

He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' n*gga 

Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga 

Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, 

when I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holler out 

[Hook: The Game] 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

what up, blood? 

[Verse 14: 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 

They know what's crackin' cuz, cause as we huddle 

They hold cards down n*gga like spade and pinnochle 

West coast gang bang, riders erasin' 'em 

Got funny n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em 

[Verse 15: Daz] 

Draped in blue the notorious gangsta crew 

RIP for n*ggas who don't stay true 

Deep down in the crevices 

See the jets better wit 

Dwellin' in the land of the gang bang wit the 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 n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems 

From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet 

Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet 

Worldwide, get swept away by the tide 

By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride 

[Verse 16: W.C.] 

Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne 

Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes 

From the westside, strivin' to get '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 would the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood 

[Verse 17: E-40] 

The Bay Area, f**kers we proper 

Open you up if you got a problem 

Uh uh, born in California 

Clean your clock, open your can of tuna 

Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven 

Get your chest laid out wit the FM 57 

You think shit you can do will do but nobody 

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

[Hook: The Game] 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

[Verse 18: Bun B] 

I'm comin' straight outta P.A.T., like Compton in all black 

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

Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs 

Neon green outta fight club off a Fairfax 

Acts a hundreds, just do it fool 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 give it 

Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter 

[Verse 19: Chamillionaire] 

I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason 

Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll competin' to be completin' 

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

So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet till I clear the sheetin' 

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

Like Eric they think its easy, 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 gee 

[Verse 20: Slim Thug] 

Its one blood if you blood or cuz 

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 the 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 

[Verse 21: Young Dro] 

My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical 

Cars is improfable, I'm overcomin' obstacles 

Trappin' I made it logical, my topic is impossible 

I got a potna name shoe strings cuz shorty real crossable 

Shot me to pop a do', cars be tropical 

All guns choppable, all blocks are moppable 

I am unstoppable, my calico is toxible 

Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not a cigar brand 

[Verse 22: The Clipse] 

Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue 

Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum 

Style on n*ggas, 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 Grateful 

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 Lazarus 

[Hook: The Game] 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

Remix, remix, remix, remix 

[Verse 23: Ja Rule] 

n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., 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'd advise you to speed up 

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

G up, cop some heaters and dare a n*gga to act up 

You see us in duel seaters and throw it up 

Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets if your cuz or blood 

n*ggas we all bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe 

Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part 

n*ggas they got bullets with names on them 

Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll 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