It’s Okay (One Blood) (Remix)

[Intro: Jim Jones, Junior Reid & The Game] Dre, I see more dead people (Blood) Uh-huh, Jones (Blood hunt) Dipset, ByrdGang, bitch! Ha, you know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you, homie (That's right) You fuck niggas keep triple ninin' (Eastside) Have some integrity, bitch 'Fore it be a 1090 out here, smell me? (Ballin'!) (One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] 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 fuck with B-boys that bring them choppers out One shot of that'll have the boys bring the coppers out And we 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, motherfucker, bang! (Nine-Trey!) Get your money up, this 'caine is what we fuckin' slang (Gotta hustle!) And Nine-Trey is what I fuckin' claim (Ugh!) It's Dipset Capo, the don of the ByrdGang (Eastside!) [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] They call me D-O-dub, wasn't really trippin', cuz Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is Crippin', cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the MACs When Game come, we on the same beat So if you fuck with Blood, then you fuck with us And we ain't bustin' duds, 'cause we bustin' slugs Be sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-W-W-W-West up! [Verse 3: Nas] Game got at me about the remix, it's a honor, my nigga 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 shit about my progression [Verse 4: T.I.] Yeah 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 (Baow! Baow!) I Press Play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in all the walls, that's all they saw, hey! [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 shocks The king comin' – no, I'm not Jay-Z Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie, dawg (Nope!) not Waist Deep I'm not a actor but I'll show your bitch big meat She givin' one Blood one love on dubs A hundred forty thousand the first week? Ughhh, [Chorus: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix (Remix) [Verse 6: Fat Joe] All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces 'Til them niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] 504 gangsta, New Orleans solja 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 B-hive Ain't nothin' sweet, unless it's Presidential 'Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key [Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] 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 me's Who took believers a opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq shit You can come to Lefrak, Queens, and get jacked quick [Verse 9: Jadakiss & 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' 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 nigga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target, nigga 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 motherfuckin' 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, at most Shooters waitin' on the word, "Just say it, 'Los!" I let these niggas 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 [Verse 11: Juelz Santana] 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 [Verse 12: 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 13: 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 '6-4, 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 [Chorus: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix (Remix) [Verse 14: Kurupt & Daz Dillinger] What up, cuz? Yeah, rollin' with two grips Glock holdin' on the hip, rollin' with two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips (Grip) But they know what's crackin', cuz, 'cause as we huddle (Ayy!) They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle (Nigga) West Coast gangbang, riders erasin' 'em Got funny niggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em, cuz [Verse 15: Daz Dillinger] Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew R.I.P. for niggas who don't stay true Deep down in the crevices (Woo!), see, them checks better win Dwellin' in the land of the gangbang profession I'm legendary, yes, yes, a West Coaster Throwin' up two C's with two guns in my holster (Woo!) I'm from Long Beach City, a Crip next to Compton Down with my nigga, Game, if you niggas want problems From the streets to the suites, anywhere, we can meet Del Amo to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide (Wide), get swept away by the tide Y.G.'s and B.G.'s, O.G.'s – it's time to ride! [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the riders shooting through the gutter lane? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes (What up, Blood?) From the Westside, strivin' to dead 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue tee Money thick as blue cheese, chuckin' up the dub What the West be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? [Verse 17: E-40] The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop 'em Open you up if you got a problem (Ahhhh!) Up top, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna (Doot-doot-doot!) Make a choice, it's either Hell or it's Heaven Get your chest laid out with the FN Five-seveN (Bo! Bo! Bo!) This ain't nothin' to do with nobody In the Yay, there ain't nothin' to do but catch bodies [Chorus: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix (Remix) [Verse 18: 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 O.G., 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 [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] 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 20: 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 21: 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 chopable (Yeah), all blocks are mobable (Okay) I'm unstoppable, my Calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, kushin' is now cigarable (What it is) [Verse 22: Malice & Pusha T] Redrum, redrum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, wasn't talkin' to them Style on niggas, 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 shit, we mastered this Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus [Chorus: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix (Remix) [Verse 23: Ja Rule] Nigga, 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 nigga to act up You see us in dual-seaters and throw it up It's all hood, niggas, rep your sets if you Cuz or (Blood!) Niggas, we all bleed! These niggas can't breathe! Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggas that got bullets with names on them Want 'em? Come get 'em! Niggas, y'all know where to get at me Look at me, not past me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', water's thicker than family But sadly gets torn between one Crip and one (Blood!) [Outro: Ja Rule] Y'all niggas know me, haha, yeah!