T.I., Snoop Dogg, Nas, Jim Jones, The Game, many others - One Blood (Remix) lyrics

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

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 fuck 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


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!

They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't
Really trippin cause
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
We on the same beat
So if you fuck with blood
Then you fuck 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!

Game got at me about the remix
It's 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

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 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!

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 Meek
She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!

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 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 bitch too!

504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Bangin underwater, fuck 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 it's presidential
Cause that is where I sleep
Now give me my key!

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

(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
(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)

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

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 liar

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

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!

WHATTUP CUZ?!?!

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 cuz
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
Cuz!

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
Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's
It's time to RI I I I DE!

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?

The Bay Area, fuckers, 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

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!

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 it's (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!

Its one blood if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug
It's 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 fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne
Like it or not!

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
Kushin' is now cigarable

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)

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 cuz 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!