WC - One Blood (Remix) lyrics

[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