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One Blood (Extended Remix)

アーティスト:The Game 

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(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I., Fat Joe, Lil' Wayne, N.O.R.E., Jadakiss, Styles P, Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Rick Ross, Twista, Kurupt, Daz Dillinger, WC, E-40, Bun B, Chamillionaire, Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) 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 AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-dub Why you really trippin' cuz 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, cuz we on the same beat So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we bustin' slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside [Verse 3: Nas] Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my n*gga 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 tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be 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 [Verse 4: T.I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You Scared I'm prepared in the mall and all Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw McGraw B*tch I'ma cut that fool, better call the law I start sprayin', make f**k n*gga fall and crawl I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in the all the walls Thats all they saw [Verse 5: The Game] 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 n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big Meek She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week uhhhhh [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, [Verse 6: Fat Joe] All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga 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 b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under water, fuck around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster, and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im bickin back bein bool on tha eastside, im in the new orleands where the blood at the beehive, and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential, cause that is where i sleep, so give me my key! [Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with heat If Def Jam, they gonna flop him And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building, its okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come to Lefrak Queens and get jacked quick [Verse 9: Jadakiss and Styles P] 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 ceilin' 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 n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga 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 No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 10: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los' I let these n*ggas live, I told 'em pull the plug Have 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 [Verse 11: Juelz Santana] Mic check, one two, one two I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two You're eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would grow to be a liar [Verse 12: Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill 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,


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