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Blood (Dirty South lyrics by THE GAME

the game one blood remix lyrics

Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood. Nas Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga 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 tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, 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 T. Snoop Dogg They call the D-O-Dub. It's Okay One Blood Remix 10. These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! It's Okay One Blood 9. And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim! Get the embed code Game - The Re Advocate Album Lyrics1.

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the game one blood remix lyrics

All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. Jim Jones Intro Uh huh. I 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! 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 But they know what's crackin 'cause, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, 'cause! Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick 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 ceiling? These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! Aim at them fitted caps! Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood. Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! I 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! Chamillionaire I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin! Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim! My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B. My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B.


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the game one blood remix lyrics

We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin', nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, 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 holler out! Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out 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! And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim! Nas Game got at me about the remix, it's an honor my nigga 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 tryin' to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, 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 T. It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim! Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out 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! Nas Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga 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 tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, 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 T. Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? 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 niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meat She givin one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week. We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a lighter Rick Ross One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs 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 Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics Twista Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz 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? Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T. Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. Aim at them fitted caps! 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Slim Thug Its one blood if you blood or 'cause 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! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? Lil' Wayne 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier 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 Or 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! Aim at them fitted caps! All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word.

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the game one blood remix lyrics

Aim at them fitted caps! This is just a preview! 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! Young Dro My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not? 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 niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meat She givin one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week. All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B. Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! 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 But they know what's crackin 'cause, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, 'cause! These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! I 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! These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! Young Dro My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not?? Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang! We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B.

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Blood (East Coast lyrics by THE GAME

the game one blood remix lyrics

. I 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! I 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 Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. Chamillionaire I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin! We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! I 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 Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me? This is just a preview! Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin' slang! My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B. Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a lighter Rick Ross One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs 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 Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics Twista Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz 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? New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in The building no more. Chamillionaire I'm the realest youngster that's breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin! It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang! Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me? We RollinGame Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.


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the game one blood remix lyrics

He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazy , but it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B. Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. 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 niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meat She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week. All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out 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! 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Jim Jones Intro Uh huh. 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Wouldn't Get FarThe Game Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.

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THE GAME : One Blood (Extended Remix) lyrics

the game one blood remix lyrics

It's all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your 'cause or blood. He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in The building no more. He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out! 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your 'cause or blood. All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word. Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your 'cause or blood.

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ONE BLOOD (REMIX) Lyrics

the game one blood remix lyrics

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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Young Dro My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not? Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T. Fat Joe All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within styrofome. You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me? These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! 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 But they know what's crackin' 'cause, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, 'cause! Aim at them fitted caps! Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! I 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! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang! Get the embed code The Game - Doctor's Advocate Album Lyrics1. Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood. Aim at them fitted caps! Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch Jim Jones Balllllin' Peace blood, peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? These niggaz can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in The building no more. Jim Jones Intro Uh huh. Fat Joe All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin' still up in stiff cases Within styrofome.

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the game one blood remix lyrics

We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! Snoop Dogg They call the D-O-Dub. Walking in the Rain feat. Snoop Dogg They call the D-O-Dub. Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all 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 Y'all niggaz know me, haha. 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 T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a lighter Rick Ross One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs 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 Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics Twista Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz 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? Fat Joe All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within styrofome. Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? Aim at them fitted caps! Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood.

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