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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 SongtexteShooters 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 Aus Songtexte Mania