One Blood

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier Bangin' underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm 'bout my holster And if you gettin' greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin' back, bein' bool, on the Eastside Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the beehive Ain't nothin' sweet unless it's Presidential 'Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key [Verse 2: Rick Ross] One love to the gangs (Yeah!), but I'm in the things Save the colors for the cars, see, we kill for the fame (Ross!) The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross!) I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller (Tell 'em) Keep white in the office, call it Jerry Heller Lettin' off a hundred rounds (Rounds), let the barrel pick (Pick) And we gon' sit here and wait for the Darryl case [Verse 3: Twista] Chi got Lords and Gangsters, show me where them niggas at Chi got Two Sixes and Kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballers 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 choppas, nigga! He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin', nigga! Hurt him in that cherry six-four, shit, ain't no stoppin', nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holla out [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix (Remix!) [Verse 4: T.I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty (Okay) only a buck fifty So I keep the Smittys with me—shit, how many getting it? (Hey, what you scared?) I'm prepared in the mall and all With two-twos, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw (Haha!) You try me, I'ma cut that fool, better call the law I start sprayin', make fuck niggas fall and crawl (Bow! Bow!) I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in all the walls, that's all they saw, hey! [Verse 5: Chamillionare] I'm the realest youngsta that's breathin' And I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin' to be competin' My purpose is to get the cheese And that's a purpose that you're defeatin' So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet 'til I'm finished eatin' My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the room on your TV Like Eric, they think it's 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 [Verse 6: Pitbull] To all my Mexicans, que bola I got y'all backs I had lived through it and seen it all and that's a fact To the new immigration laws they tryna pass Tell the United States they can kiss my ass Cause we're all immigrants and then I represent I’ma ride, I'mma die I'ma make these livedences All they can say, "That lil Chico killin' them" Ya tu sabe, dale came me como tu mama dinero [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix (Remix!) [Verse 7: 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, standin' out on the blocks Tryna get up out the hood, man, and stack up a knot Put your sets in the air, scream, "Fuck the cops!" (Word, fuck 'em) We gon' rep for the hood, man, like it or not (Thugga!) [Verse 8: Young Dro] My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical (Okay) Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin' obstacles (Okay) Trappin', I made it logical (Okay), my topic is impossible (Okay) I got a partner named Shoe Strang 'cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Pappadeaux, cars be tropical (Yeah, yeah) All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable (Yeah, okay!) I'm unstoppable, my Calico is toxable, lyrically diabolical Kushin' is now cigarable (What it is!) [Verse 9: Bun B] I'm comin' straight up outta P-A-T like Compton in all black But when we say "What it do?", they never say, "Holla back!" Bun Beeda, I'm OG, like '95 Air Max Neon green outta Flight Club off of 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 ya like you a Swiffer as a gift One blood [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix (Remix!)