[Bobby Digital]

The Game - One Blood (REMIX) Feat. Junior Reid, Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, TI, Fat Joe, Lil’ Wayne, N.O.R.E., Jadakiss, Styles P, Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Rick Ross, Twista, Kurupt, Daz Dillinger, WC, E-40, Bun B, Сhamillionaire, Slim Thug, Young Dro, The Clipse & Ja Rule



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[Intro]

Uh huh

Jones

Dipset

Birdgang bitch

You know what it is

When you see me two twelvin' you homie

You fuck *****ss 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 AM 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- Snoop Dogg]

They call the D-O-dub

Why you really trippin' cuz

21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz

We from a different street, all got that different heat

But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat

So if you fuck wit blood, then you fuck wit us

And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we bustin' slugs

We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up

And if you from the West Coast, my ***** wwwwwesssssttttsiiiiiide



[Verse 3- Nas]

Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my *****

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 4- T.I.]

You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty

So I keep the smitty's wit me, ??????

I'm prepared in the mall and all

Wit two two's, you can call me quick draw McGraw

Bitch I'ma cut that fool, better call the law

I start sprayin', make fuck ***** fall and crawl

I press play like Buck, no pause at all

Choppin' holes in the all the walls

Thats all they saw



[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 shots

The kings comin', no I'm not Jay-Z

Too many *****s hate me, but they scared to face me

This ain't a movie dog, not Waist Deep

I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meek

She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs

140 thousand the first week uhhhhh



[Hook- The Game]

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix



[Verse 6- Fat Joe]

All these *****ss wanna front trill with them stiff faces

Till them *****ss lyin' still up in stiff cases

With them styrofomes and embalmin' fluid

I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it

Somebody go and get this ***** 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 bitch too



[Verse 7- Lil Wayne]

Five oh fo' gangsta, New Orleans soldier

Bangin' underwater, fuck around and soak ya

Lil Weezy ain't a gunna, I'm bout my holster

And if you gettin' greasy, I'm an ulcer

I'm ????? bowl on that East Side

I'm New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive

Ain't nothin' sweet unless its 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 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 ???

Who took believers an opportunity to breathe

And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit

You can come to left ??? Queens and get jacked quick



[Verse 9- 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 cealin'

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 *****

Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target *****

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 10- Fabolous]

What it look like, all I say it most

Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los'

I let these *****s live, I told 'em pull the plug

Have goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs

Catch me trafficin' 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 11- 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, hawaiin 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 I would grow to be a liar



[Verse 12- Rick Ross]

One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs

Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame

The boss made it, yeah we floss flagrant

Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas

I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller

Keep white in the office, call it cherry yellow

Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick

And we gon' sit here, wait for the derrelics



[Verse 13- Twista]

Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them *****s at

Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at

Chi got them ballas 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 choppers *****

He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' *****

Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' *****

Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, when I put him in the cery then I gotta holler out



[Hook- The Game]

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix



[Verse 14- Kurupt]

Yeah rollin' with two grips

Glock holdin' on the hip, rollin' wit two clips

Got two tiny locos ready to take trips

Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips

They know what's crackin' cuz, cause as we huddle

They hold cards down ***** like *****s and P knuckle

West coast gang bang, riders erasin' 'em

Got funny *****s raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em



[Verse 15- Daz]

???? to blue the notorious gangsta crew

RIP for *****s who don't stay true

Deep down in the crevices

See the jets better wit

Dwellin' in the land of the gang bang wit the fleshin'

I'm legendary, yes yes, a westcoaster

Holdin' up two C's, wit two guns in my holster

I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton

Down wit my ***** Game, if you *****s want problems

From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet

????? to Compton, ????? swap meet

Worldwide, get swept away by the tide

By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride



[Verse 16- W.C.]

Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne

Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes

From the westside, strivin' to get 'em

Where them killers throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams

Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green

Cadellac on blue D's and a blue T

Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub

What the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood



[Verse 17- E-40]

The Bay Area, fuckers we proper

Open you up if you got a problem

Uh uh, born in California

Clean your clock, open your can of tuna

Make a choice to see the ??? lord's heaven

Get your chest layed out wit the FM 47

You think ???? will do but nobody

But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies



[Hook- The Game]

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix



[Verse 18- Bun B]

I'm comin' straight outta P.A.T., like Compton in all black

But when we say what it do, they never say holla back

Bun B, the ??? O.G., like 95 ??? macs

Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts

Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it

At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit

Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it

Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swiffer as a gifter



[Verse 19- Chamillionaire]

I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason

Chamillionaire millionaire, ya'll competin' to be completin'

My purpose is to get the cheese an' as a purpose that should defeatin'

So shut your mouth, have a seat an' be quiet till I clear the sheetin'

My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin' all the room on your tv

Like Eric they think its easy, but it isnt 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 gee



[Verse 20- Slim Thug]

Its one blood if you blood or cuz

From that number one thug, its 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 us trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the blocks

Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot

Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops

We gon' rep for the hood mayne, like it or not



[Verse 21- Young Dro]

My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical

Cars is improfable, I'm overcomin' obsticles

Trappin' I made it logical, my topic is impossible

I got a pot ??? shoe strings cuz shorty real quasible

Shot me to pop a do', cars be tropical

All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable

I am unstoppable, my calico is toxible

Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ???



[Verse 22- The Clipse]

Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue

Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum

Style on *****s, 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 do ohh, you know, get XXL kudos

While coppin' off Coolio

Classic shit, we mastered this

Left for dead, I'm back, I'm lazareth



[Hook- The Game]

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix



[Verse 23- Ja Rule]

***** 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 advise you to speed up

With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up

G up, cop some heaters and dare a ***** to act up

You see us in gold seaters and throw it up

Its all hood, *****s rep your sets if your cuz or blood

*****s we all bleed, these *****s can't breathe

Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part

*****s who got bullets with names on them

Want 'em, come get 'em *****s, 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