The Game feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T. I., Game, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, N. O. R. E., D Block, Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Rick - It`s Okay (One Blood Part 2) | Текст песни
[Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelving you homie You bitch niggas keep triple nining, have some integrity, bitch
[Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' 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 fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we balling, for all the toys is what we hopping out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Lear G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, motherfucker, bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fucking slang! And 9 trey is what I fucking claim! It's Dipset Capo, the Don of the Byrdgang!
[Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really tripping cause 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, we on the same beat So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck with us And we ain't busting duds, cuz, we busting slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[Nas] Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signing wit Jigga I got rappers getting 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 Talking 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
[T.I.] You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me? What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the mall and all Wit two two's, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better call the law I start spraying, make fuck nigga 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 shots The king's coming, no, I'm not Jay-Z Too many niggas 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 bitch big meat She giving one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[Fat Joe] All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch too!
[Lil' Wayne] 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier Banging underwater, fuck around and soak ya 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 Cause 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 swapmeet with heat Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN! 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, shit You can come to LeFrak Queens and get jacked quick