Uh huh Birdgang You know it is When you see me two twelvin' you You n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
1: Jim Jones] Peace blood, peace (peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them out (yuppp) One shot of will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' And 9 trey is I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the gang
2: Snoop Dogg] They call the Why you really cuz 21, 20 crips and all of us is cuz We from a different street, all got that heat But when we move the for Game, cuz we on the same beat So if you wit blood, then you f**k wit us And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean mess up And if you the West Coast, my n*gga westside
3: Nas] Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my I rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got gettin' mad at me I got these new jack tryna clap at me I got these wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they gon' and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be your whole hood holler shit about my progression
4: T.I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a fifty So I keep the wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You I'm prepared in the and all Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw I'ma cut that fool, better call the law I start sprayin', make f**k fall and crawl I press play like Puff, no at all holes in the all the walls Thats all saw
5: The Game] Hip Hop dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it to life, give it a couple shots The comin', no I'm not Jay-Z Too n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a dog, nope, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big She givin' one blood, one love, on 140 thousand the week uhhhhh
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6: Fat Joe] All these n*ggas wanna front with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in cases With styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about a measly shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging water, fuck around and soak ya, gunner, im bout my holster, and if you greasy, im an ulcer, im bickin back bein bool on tha eastside, im in the new where the blood at the beehive, and nothin sweet unless its presidential, cause that is where i sleep, now me my key
8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash sweet We blackwall street by the swapmeet with heat If Def Jam, gonna flop him And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its I get it poppin' Back to the trees for deep, these little knees
Who took believers an opportunity to And you ain't gotta go to see our rap shit You can come to Lefrak Queens and get quick
[Verse 9: Jadakiss and P] One blood, we used to the from the hood so we used to the killin' Used to the males, makin' cracksales in the buildin' How else you get the benz the suede on the ceilin' Blood in, out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a out I'm New king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in a motherf**kin' target n*gga he spray The find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' One dutch, one bud, one burner, one Want a couple casualties, but we'll for just one blood
[Verse 10: What it look like, all I say it Shooters on the word, just say it Los' I let these live, I told 'em pull the plug Have goons pullin' gloves, the room full of slugs Catch me trafficin' on colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of If they like me, 'em line up While I sit team, point 'em out like a line up
[Verse 11: Santana] Mic check, one two, one two I'm strapped, you strapped, let's two on two You're eyein' us in the bus ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna told me not to play with fire but She never told I would to be a liar
12: Rick Ross] One to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Say the fellows for the cars, see we for the fame The boss it, yeah we floss flagrant Shame how I your life savings up in Las Vegas I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy Keep white in the office, call it Heller Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the barrel And we gon' sit here, wait for the Gates
[Verse 13: b*tch I got lords and gangstas, me where them n*ggas at Chi got two and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, me where them figures at Game where them triggers at, aim at them fitted He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, get it poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no n*gga Hit him in the head and the wit a bullet, when I put him in the cemetery then I holler out
[Hook: The Remix, remix, remix, Remix, remix, remix, Remix, remix, remix,
up, blood?
[Verse 14: rollin' with two grips Glock holdin' on the hip, wit two clips Got two tiny locos ready to trips Shake and trips, high stakes to take grips They know crackin' cuz, cause as we huddle They hold down n*gga like spade and pinnochle West coast bang, riders erasin' 'em Got n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em
[Verse 15: Draped in blue the gangsta crew RIP for n*ggas who don't stay down in the crevices See the jets wit Dwellin' in the land of the bang wit the fleshin' I'm legendary, yes yes, a up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long city, a crip next to Compton Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas problems From the streets to the suites, we can meet Then on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its to ride
16: W.C.] Who the rider, through the gutter mayne up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, to get 'em Where them throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' green Cadillac on D's and a blue T Money as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub What would the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one
[Verse 17: The Bay Area, f**kers we you up if you got a problem Uh uh, born in Clean clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail heaven Get your chest out wit the FM 57 You shit you can do will do but nobody But in the Yay, there nuttin to do but catch bodies
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18: Bun B] I'm comin' straight P.A.T., like Compton in all black But when we say what it do, they never say back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air green outta fight club off a Fairfax Acts a hundreds, just do it I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't it Wipe the wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter
19: Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't give a reason Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll to be completin' My purpose is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that defeatin' So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet till I the sheetin' My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the room on tv Like Eric they think its easy, but it isnt believe me Need to a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me Game he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee
[Verse 20: Thug] Its one if you blood or cuz that number one thug, its still one love I rep my boy team but I do it for green I do it for my folks, vice, lords, and All the trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and 'em a knot Put ya sets in the air, scream the cops We rep for the hood mayne, like it or not
[Verse 21: Dro] My mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improfable, I'm obstacles Trappin' I made it logical, my is impossible I got a name shoe strings cuz shorty real crossable Shot me to pop a do', be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are I am unstoppable, my calico is Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not a cigar
22: The Clipse] Red rum, red rum, power in the tongue Never in the wildest, was he da dum Style on n*ggas, it to the numb Japanese thread brought flavor to bums Consider me the savior, what the lord gave ya My celebrated presence, like the of Grateful Frolic in the snow, so And revivin' the like we flowin' through jumper cables What duo, you know, get XXL While off Coolio Classic shit, we this Left for dead, I'm back, I'm
[Hook: The Remix, remix, remix, Remix, remix, remix, Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 23: Ja one trick, one blood, L.A., New York The Game, the RULE, one love, up Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit The style, keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and a n*gga to act up You see us in duel seaters and it up Its all hood, n*ggas rep sets if your cuz or blood we all bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and to part n*ggas they got bullets names on them Want 'em, get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', stickin' in family Who sadly gets torn between one and one blood