[Intro: Jim Jones]
Jones, Dipset
Byrdgang, b**h
You know what it is
When you see me two twelving you homie
You f** n***as keep triple nining
Have some integrity, b**h
[Jim Jones]
Balling
Peace Blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why
Cause I ain't copping out
And I f** with b-boys who bring the choppers out
One shot of that'll have the boys bring the coppers out
And we balling, foreign toys is what we hopping out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Lear G5s
So twist your fingers up and bang motherf**er bang
Get your money up, this cane is what we f**ing slang
And 9 trey is what I f**ing claim
It's Dipset Cap, the Don of the Byrdgang
[Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-Dub, wasn't really tripping cause
Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is cripping 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 f** with Blood then you f** with us
And we ain't busting duds cause we busting slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n***a
W-w-w-w-westside
[Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, it's an honor my n***a
I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signing with Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers trying 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 sh** about my progression
[T.I.]
You knowing my attitude sh**ty only a buck fifty
So I keep the Smitty's with me sh** how many with me
What you scared, I'm prepared in the mall and all
With two two's you can call me Quick Draw McGraw
b**h I'ma cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make f** n***a fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Chopping 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 shocks
The King's coming
No I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n***as 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 b**h big meat
She giving one blood, one love on dubs
A hundred forty thousand the first week, ugh
Remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix
[Fat Joe]
All these n***as wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n***as lying still up in stiff cases
Within Styrofoam and embalming fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this n***a a pine box
And I ain't just talking about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper-happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b**h too
[Lil' Wayne]
504 gangsta New Orleans soldier
Bangin' underwater f** around and soak you
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you getting greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bicking back being bool on the Eastside
Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the B-Hive
Ain't nothing sweet unless it's Presidential
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 with Black Wall Street by the swap meet with heat
Def Jam they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no more
It's ok I get it popping
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 Iraq sh**
You can come to LeFrak Queens and get jacked quick
[Jadakiss and Styles P]
One Blood we used to the spillin'
Came from the hood so we used to the k**in'
Used to the Black males making crack sales in the building
How else you get the Benz with the suede on the ceiling
Blood in, Blood out
Me and homie back-to-back
Both loaded working we about to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king
I'm New York's hardest n***a
Anything in between's a motherf**ing target n***a
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 motherf**ing 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 waiting on the word
Just say it Los
I let these n***as live yes
I told em pull the plug
Have them goons pulling gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficking on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans with balloons full of d**
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 eyeing us in the iron bus, boom
Leak you, 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 k** 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 and wait for the derelicts
[Twista]
b**h Chi got Lords and Gangsters show me where them n***as at
Chi got Two Six's and Kings show me where them k**ers 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***a
He got the kush, I got the dope let's get it poppin' n***a
Heard he in that cherry six fo, sh** ain't no stopping n***a
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holler out
[Daz]
Whattup cuz
[Kurupt]
Yeah rolling with two grips
Glock holdin' on the hip rolling with two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's cracking cuz cause as we huddle
They hold cards down n***a like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasing 'em
Got funny n***as raising up and riders replacing em, cuz
[Daz Dillinger]
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
R.I.P. for n***as who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices see the jets veteran
Dwelling in the land of the gang bang profession
I'm legendary yes, yes a Westcoaster
Throwing up two C's with two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach City a Crip next to Compton
Down with my n***a Game if you n***as want problems
From the streets to the suites anywhere we can meet
Del Amo to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet
Worldwide get swept away by the tide
By Gs and BGs, OGs it's time to ride
[WC]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter man
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
From the Westside striving to dead 'em
Where them k**ers 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 tee
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**ers 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, it's either it's hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out with the FN-57
This ain't nothing to do with nobody
But in the Yay there ain't nothing to do but catch bodies
[Bun B]
I'm coming straight outta PAT like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B the OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta Flight Club off a Fairfax
Ask The Hundreds, it's doable I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummet
Run to it or run from it to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with you like you a swiffer as a gifter one blood
[Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster that's breathing and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competing to be competing
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeating
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet til I finish eating
My label tells me I'm greedy, hogging all the room on your TV
Like Eric they think its Eazy, but it isn't 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]
It's 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 the trappers future rappers standing out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood man and stack 'em a knot
Put your sets in the air scream f** the cops
We gon' rep for the hood man like it or not
[Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable I'm overcoming obstacles
Trapping I made it logical my topic is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Pappadeaux, cars be tropical
All guns choppable all blocks are mobbable
I'm 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 talking to them
Style on n***as but feel it to the numb
Japanese thread brought flavor to these bums
Consider me the savior, look what the Lord gave you
My celebrated presence like the return of Rayful
Frolic in the snow so playful
And reviving the track, like we flowing through jumper cables
What duo you know get XXL kudos while coppin' off Coolio
Cla**ic sh** we mastered this, left for dead, I'm back
I'm Lazarus
[Ja Rule]
n***a, one Crip, 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'd advise you to speed up
With money moving like coke these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a n***a to act up
You see us in dual seaters and throw it up
It's all hood n***as rep your sets if your Cuz or Blood
n***as, we all bleed
These n***as can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
n***as that got bullets with names on them
Want em, come get em n***as y'all know where to get at me
Look at me now pa** me maybe you can be half me
You ba*tards, I'm laughing bullets sticking in family
Who sadly gets torn between one Crip and one Blood
Y'all n***as know me, yeah