Jay-O-Felony - Trued Up Remix (Real Anthem) lyrics

[Jayo Felony] It's how it goes down Hoodsta style The Remix West Coast k**in like that! (One Shot k**) Y'all know what's crackin The whole Roc-A-Fella shut down! Enemy's goals come at me foul I bust 'em in they bowels For this rag 4 mag, b**h get sh** bag Watch me hit this f*g with sack with this Till I die "Crip or Cry" Mista Nice Guy's dead Is in hood to the heart and his .47 to the head Think you can scrap? I got scrap But see it's only one thing, I got this strap And they ain't goin for none of that Comprehend like "You don't just wanna end your career here" When the bullet hits your collarbone you know it's like "f** a career" I drink a ?? to ya soul, muthaf**a rich roll Hit you and ya man, you slippin, f** up his stroll Cuz, and that's just how these hoodstas roll Talkin 'bout "Is he a blood or is he crip?" n***a I sock that f*ggot in his big a** lip Put a straight jacket on me, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum And all the crips across the world y'all gone sing this anthem [Crip Chorus: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up co*k the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Blood Chorus: Baby Star] We stay flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up co*k the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Baby Star] Dulo, get names spit flames Thought cus Pac laid off ya sh** change? sh** ranged, hell naw they bit game Every time ya hit, b**h slang Bit names, bustin other n***as sh** can You crossed the line blood, now the streets comin to get ya It's over +H.O.V.A.+ prepare for your last thrill n***a Was never a real n***a and know you ain't tryin to be Dulo the throne of dynasty Thinking your reigning? It's time to see We'll find you at Marcy unless you wit a film crew With that scary a** Memphis Bleek n***a him too I ain't impressed that you done wrote your f**in flunky some raps But if Beanie is really a baboon then you funky for that But it ain't no dynasty dummy, just ya flunky and a monkey And a broad that look like a f**in recoverin heron junky Put a straight jacket on me dog, I'm throwin a tantrum And all my Bloods across the world y'all gon sing this anthem [Blood Chorus: Baby Skar] We stay flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up co*k the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Crip Chorus: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up co*k the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Jayo Felony] Back in the day if I was 'caine cuz I would have been trippin Like "Ain't no half crippin" When it comes to this C sh**, they gon' learn out here I'll have Al Sharp, C-walkin with his perm out here n***as bangin the NY now, cuz I don't knock it This fool said he was a blood but had his rag in the wrong pocket Crips where it on the left and Pirus where it on the right I'ma show you muthaf**as how to g**n right Ride back in the same night, how to slang 'caine right How to keep them guns hot, and aim them thangs right While ya DJ gettin sloped at the break beach spot I'm smoking purple till my lungs light great street watts C-walk on yo roof, it's over before you hit the vocal booth Watch out, I threw up the hood and broke ya tooth Put a straight jacket on me, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum And all the crips around the world y'all gone sing this anthem [Crip Chorus: Jayo](2x) We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up co*k the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up b**h! And you just lost!