One Blood (East Coast Remix) Testo

Testo One Blood (East Coast Remix)

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Dre I saved hip hop

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You fuck niggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the leer G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang mufucka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin' slang
And 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
What it look like, all I say it most
Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los'
I let these niggas live, I told 'em pull the plug
Have goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me traffickin' on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up

[Verse 3: The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue
Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum
Style on niggas, feel it to the numb
Japanese thread, flavor to these bums
Consider me the savior, look what the lord gave ya
My celebrated presence, like the return of Grateful
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 Coolio
Classic shit, we mastered this
Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus

[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
You're eyein' us in the iron bus
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar
Now all I gotta do is speak and they burn
It's cremation no urn
How you claim to be a hustler but don't earn?
You need to be whacked (whacked) and dat's dat (dat) AYE!

[Chorus: Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
remix, remix, remix
remix, remix, remix

[Verse 5: Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' 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

[Verse 6: Jadakiss and 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' cracksales in the buildin'
How else you get the benz with the suede on the ceilin'
Blood in, blood out, me and homie back to back
Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga
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 dream team
Them boys is only in the projects on green screen
No security, put you on the respirator
I'm the bomb, I'm the mothafuckin' detonator
One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood

[Verse 7: Fat Joe]
All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggas lyin' still up in stiff cases
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid
I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box
And I ain't just talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with heat
If Def Jam, they gonna flop him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building, its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees
Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to Lefrak Queens and get jacked quick

[Chorus:]

[Verse 9: Ja Rule]
nigga one trick, one blood, L.A., New York
The Game, the RULE, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is 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 gold seaters and throw it up
Its all hood, niggas rep your sets if your cuz or blood
niggas we all bleed, these niggas can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
niggas who got bullets with names on them
Want 'em, come get 'em niggas, ya'll know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets stickin' in family
Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one blood

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