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One Blood (East Coast Remix)
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Dre, I saved hip-hop (Blood) Uh-huh, Jones (Blood hunt) Dipset, Byrdgang, b*t*h! Ha, you know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you, homie (that's right) You f**k n***as keep triple ninin' (Eastside) Have some integrity, b*t*h 'Fore it get tech-mangy out here, smell me? (Ballin'!) (One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood) (Ballin'!) Peace Blood, peace Almighty (Peace Blood!) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (Eastside!) And get my lawyer; why? 'Cause I ain't coppin' out (Nope!) And I f**k with B-boys that bring them choppers out One shot of that'll havе the boys bring the coppers out And wе ballin', foreign toys what we hoppin' out (Flossing!) My fair Eastside, where we ride And we all fly high in the Lear G5s (Ballin'!) So twist your fingers up and bang, motherf**ker, bang! (Nine-Trey!) Get your money up, this 'caine is what we f**kin' slang (Gotta hustle!) And Nine-Trey is what I f**kin' claim (Ugh!) It's Dipset Capo, the don of the Byrdgang (Eastside!) (What it look like?) All I say at most Shooters waitin' on the word, "Just say it, Los!" I let these n***as live (Yes!), I told 'em pull the plug Have them goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs (Yes!) Catch me traffickin' on maroon-colored dubs (Yes!) Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs (Yes!) If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind ten and point 'em out like a line-up Red rum, redrum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, wasn't talkin' 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 ya My celebrated presence like the return of Rayful Frolic in the snow so playful And revivin' the track like we flowin' through jumper cables What duo you know Get XXL kudos while coppin' off Julio? Yeah, classic sh*t, we mastered this Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus Mic check, one two, one two (Check!) I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two-on-two (Let's go!) You're eyein' us in the iron bus (Boom!) Leak you, two liters of red juice: Hawaiian Punch (Ha!) So what you boys gon' do to me? (What?) 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 (Damn) Now all I gotta do is speak and they burn It's cremation no earn How you claim to be a hustler but don't earn? You need to be whack, and that's stat Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix (Remix!) Game got at me about the remix, it's a honor, my n***a I made rap one blood, Nasir signin' with Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin' to clap at me I got these corny wannabe diss song kings on the radio Talk about 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 holla sh*t about my progression One blood, we used to the spillin' Came from the hood so we used to the killin' Used to the black males makin' 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 Boatload of work and 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**kin' 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's 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**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just... All these n***as wanna front trill with them stiff faces 'Til them n***as lyin' still up in stiff cases With the Styrofoam and embalmin' fluid I been gone too long, and I'm dying to lose it Somebody go and get this n***a a pine box And I ain't just talkin' 'bout a measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper-happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack a b*t*h too New York, get the blood money (Dirty cash!), still sweet We the Black Wall Street by the swap meet with heat Def Jam, they gon' 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 mes Who took believers a opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq sh*t You can come to LeFrak, Queens and get jacked quick Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix (Remix!) n***a, one Crip, one Blood, L.A., New York The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up Hands down, can't touch the flow, it's a bit much The style, wanna keep up? I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' 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 you 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 pass me, maybe you can be half me You b*st*rds, I'm laughin', bullets stickin' in family Who sadly gets torn between one Crip and one (Blood!) Y'all n***as know me, haha, yeah!
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