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]

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[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]

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[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]

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[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]

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[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!