Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, mother****er
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin you homie
You fake ass niggas keep triple ninin, have some integrity, mother****er
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mother****ing bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we *********** slang!
And a 9 trey is what I ****ing claim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
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, we on the same beat
So if you **** with blood, then you **** with us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my niggas... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
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
But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler ************t about my progression
You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, mother****er, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Mother****er, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggas 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 mother****er Big Meek
She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them mother****ers lyin still up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this mother****er a pine box
And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your mother****er too!
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Bangin underwater, mother****er 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!
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
(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?
(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 nigga)
Anything in between's a (mother****er, target nigga)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the ****ing detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
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 saw 'em pull the plug
Havin 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
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 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 (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar
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
Nigga I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggas 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!
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
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 cuz, cause as we huddle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fle************n
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Wa************ngton 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
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, 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 differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
I'm the realest youngster thats 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 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.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
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
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Lyrically diabolical, ku************n' is now cigarable
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggaz, (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
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
Nigga, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood
...niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got bullets with names on them
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... yeah!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00][Jim Jones Intro]
[00:00.17]Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, mother****er
[00:06.10]You know what it is
[00:08.52]When you see me two twelvin you homie
[00:11.75]You fake ass niggas keep triple ninin, have some integrity, mother****er
[00:15.82][Jim Jones]
[00:16.14]BALLLLLIN'
[00:17.37]Peace blood, peace almighty
[00:20.09]We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
[00:35.09]My feary side, where we ride
[00:37.94]And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
[00:40.94]So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mother****ing bang!
[00:44.24]Get ya money up, this cane is what we *********** slang!
[00:47.44]And a 9 trey is what I ****ing claim!
[00:50.49]It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[00:54.00]They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
[00:57.06]21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
[01:00.18]We from a different street, all got that different heat
[01:03.28]But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
[01:06.28]So if you **** with blood, then you **** with us
[01:09.28]And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
[01:12.38]We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
[01:15.58]And if you from the West Coast, my niggas... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[01:19.08][Nas]
[01:19.48]Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
[01:22.58]I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
[01:25.58]I got rappers gettin mad at me
[01:28.28]I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
[01:31.08]I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
[01:37.58]But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
[01:40.88]Have your whole hood holler ************t about my progression
[01:44.38][T.I.]
[01:44.78]You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
[01:47.78]So I keep the smitty's wit me, mother****er, how many wit me?
[01:50.98]What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
[01:54.18]Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
[01:57.38]Mother****er, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
[02:03.58]I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
[02:09.88][The Game]
[02:13.28]I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
[02:16.18]The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
[02:19.18]Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me
[02:22.28]This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
[02:25.38]I'm not an actor, but I'll show your mother****er Big Meek
[02:28.48]She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
[02:31.58]140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[02:34.88][Fat Joe]
[02:35.28]All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
[02:38.88]Till them mother****ers lyin still up in stiff cases
[02:42.28]Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
[02:45.38]I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
[02:48.58]Somebody go and get this mother****er a pine box
[02:51.68]And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
[02:57.88]Call me Goldie, I'll smack your mother****er too!
[03:00.88][Lil' Wayne]
[03:01.28]504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
[03:04.28]Bangin underwater, mother****er around and soak ya
[03:07.48]Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
[03:10.58]And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer
[03:13.68]I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside
[03:16.78]Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive
[03:19.88]Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential
[03:22.98]Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!
[03:26.08][N.O.R.E.]
[03:26.48]New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
[03:29.68]We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
[03:39.28]Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
[03:45.38]And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
[03:48.58]You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
[03:51.68][Jadakiss & Styles P]
[03:54.68](Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
[03:57.38]Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
[04:00.28](How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
[04:03.28](Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
[04:06.18](Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
[04:09.18]I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
[04:12.08]Anything in between's a (mother****er, target nigga)
[04:18.08]The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
[04:24.08]Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
[04:30.08]I'm the bomb, (I'm the ****ing detonator)
[04:33.08]One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
[04:36.08]Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
[04:39.18][Fabolous]
[04:39.58]WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
[04:42.28]Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
[04:45.38]I let these niggas live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
[04:48.38]Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
[04:51.58]Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
[04:54.58]Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
[04:57.68]If they like me, tell 'em line up
[05:00.68]While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[05:03.78][Juelz Santana]
[05:04.18]Mic check, one two, one two, check
[05:06.98]I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
[05:10.08]Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
[05:13.18]Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
[05:16.38]So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
[05:19.48]Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
[05:22.58]Mama told me not to play with fire but
[05:25.88]She never told me I would grow to be a liar
[05:28.98][Rick Ross]
[05:29.38]One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
[05:32.48]Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
[05:35.68]The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
[05:38.78]Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
[05:41.98]I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
[05:45.08]Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
[05:48.18]Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
[05:51.28]And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics
[05:54.38][Twista]
[05:54.78]Nigga I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggas at
[05:57.78]Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
[06:00.88]Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
[06:03.98]Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
[06:16.68]Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
[06:19.78]When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
[06:22.88][Daz]
[06:23.28]WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[06:24.48][Kurupt]
[06:24.88]Yeah rollin with two grips
[06:27.08]Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
[06:29.98]Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
[06:33.08]Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
[06:36.08]But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
[06:42.28]West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
[06:45.38]Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
[06:48.48][Daz Dillinger]
[06:48.88]Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
[06:51.78]RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
[06:54.78]Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
[06:57.88]Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fle************n
[07:01.08]I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
[07:04.18]Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
[07:07.28]I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
[07:10.38]Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
[07:13.48]From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
[07:16.68]Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
[07:19.78]Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
[07:22.88]By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[07:26.08][WC]
[07:26.48]Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
[07:29.58]Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
[07:32.68]From the westside, strivin to dead em
[07:35.68]Where them killers throw that third letter up
[07:38.78]Like Raymond Wa************ngton and Tookie Williams
[07:41.88]Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
[07:45.08]Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
[07:48.18]Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
[07:54.38][E-40]
[08:06.98]Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
[08:10.08]Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
[08:13.18]This ain't nothin to do with nobody
[08:16.28]But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[08:19.38][Bun B]
[08:19.78]I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
[08:23.08]But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
[08:26.08]Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
[08:29.28]Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
[08:32.38]Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
[08:35.48]At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
[08:38.58]Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
[08:41.68]Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
[08:44.78][Chamillionaire]
[08:45.18]I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
[08:48.68]Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
[08:51.98]My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
[08:55.38]So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
[08:58.68]My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
[09:02.08]Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me
[09:05.38]Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
[09:08.78]Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[09:12.08][Slim Thug]
[09:12.48]Its one blood if you blood or cuz
[09:15.28]From that number one thug, its still one love
[09:18.28]I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
[09:21.38]I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
[09:24.48]All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
[09:27.68]Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
[09:33.88]We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
[09:36.98][Young Dro]
[09:40.48]Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
[09:46.78]I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
[09:59.28]Lyrically diabolical, ku************n' is now cigarable
[10:02.38][The Clipse]
[10:02.78]Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
[10:05.98]Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
[10:09.08]Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
[10:12.18]Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
[10:15.28]Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
[10:18.38]My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
[10:21.48]Frolic in the snow, so playful
[10:24.58](And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
[10:31.28](Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
[10:34.98][Ja Rule]
[10:35.38]Nigga, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
[10:38.98]The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
[10:42.18]Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
[10:48.48]With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
[10:54.78]You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
[10:57.88]Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood
[11:01.08]...niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
[11:04.48]Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
[11:07.78]Niggaz that got bullets with names on them
[11:10.88]Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me
[11:14.08]Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
[11:17.18]You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
[11:20.38]Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
[11:23.78]Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!
📝 纯歌词版本
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, mother****er
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin you homie
You fake ass niggas keep triple ninin, have some integrity, mother****er
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mother****ing bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we *********** slang!
And a 9 trey is what I ****ing claim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
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, we on the same beat
So if you **** with blood, then you **** with us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my niggas... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
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
But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler ************t about my progression
You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, mother****er, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Mother****er, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggas 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 mother****er Big Meek
She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them mother****ers lyin still up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this mother****er a pine box
And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your mother****er too!
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Bangin underwater, mother****er 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!
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
(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?
(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 nigga)
Anything in between's a (mother****er, target nigga)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the ****ing detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
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 saw 'em pull the plug
Havin 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
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 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 (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar
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
Nigga I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggas 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!
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
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 cuz, cause as we huddle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fle************n
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Wa************ngton 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
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, 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 differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
I'm the realest youngster thats 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 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.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
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
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Lyrically diabolical, ku************n' is now cigarable
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggaz, (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
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
Nigga, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood
...niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got bullets with names on them
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... yeah!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00][Jim Jones Intro]
[00:00.17]Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, mother****er
[00:06.10]You know what it is
[00:08.52]When you see me two twelvin you homie
[00:11.75]You fake ass niggas keep triple ninin, have some integrity, mother****er
[00:15.82][Jim Jones]
[00:16.14]BALLLLLIN'
[00:17.37]Peace blood, peace almighty
[00:20.09]We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
[00:35.09]My feary side, where we ride
[00:37.94]And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
[00:40.94]So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mother****ing bang!
[00:44.24]Get ya money up, this cane is what we *********** slang!
[00:47.44]And a 9 trey is what I ****ing claim!
[00:50.49]It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[00:54.00]They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
[00:57.06]21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
[01:00.18]We from a different street, all got that different heat
[01:03.28]But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
[01:06.28]So if you **** with blood, then you **** with us
[01:09.28]And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
[01:12.38]We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
[01:15.58]And if you from the West Coast, my niggas... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[01:19.08][Nas]
[01:19.48]Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
[01:22.58]I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
[01:25.58]I got rappers gettin mad at me
[01:28.28]I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
[01:31.08]I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
[01:37.58]But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
[01:40.88]Have your whole hood holler ************t about my progression
[01:44.38][T.I.]
[01:44.78]You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
[01:47.78]So I keep the smitty's wit me, mother****er, how many wit me?
[01:50.98]What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
[01:54.18]Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
[01:57.38]Mother****er, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
[02:03.58]I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
[02:09.88][The Game]
[02:13.28]I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
[02:16.18]The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
[02:19.18]Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me
[02:22.28]This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
[02:25.38]I'm not an actor, but I'll show your mother****er Big Meek
[02:28.48]She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
[02:31.58]140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[02:34.88][Fat Joe]
[02:35.28]All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
[02:38.88]Till them mother****ers lyin still up in stiff cases
[02:42.28]Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
[02:45.38]I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
[02:48.58]Somebody go and get this mother****er a pine box
[02:51.68]And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
[02:57.88]Call me Goldie, I'll smack your mother****er too!
[03:00.88][Lil' Wayne]
[03:01.28]504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
[03:04.28]Bangin underwater, mother****er around and soak ya
[03:07.48]Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
[03:10.58]And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer
[03:13.68]I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside
[03:16.78]Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive
[03:19.88]Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential
[03:22.98]Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!
[03:26.08][N.O.R.E.]
[03:26.48]New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
[03:29.68]We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
[03:39.28]Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
[03:45.38]And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
[03:48.58]You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
[03:51.68][Jadakiss & Styles P]
[03:54.68](Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
[03:57.38]Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
[04:00.28](How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
[04:03.28](Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
[04:06.18](Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
[04:09.18]I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
[04:12.08]Anything in between's a (mother****er, target nigga)
[04:18.08]The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
[04:24.08]Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
[04:30.08]I'm the bomb, (I'm the ****ing detonator)
[04:33.08]One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
[04:36.08]Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
[04:39.18][Fabolous]
[04:39.58]WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
[04:42.28]Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
[04:45.38]I let these niggas live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
[04:48.38]Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
[04:51.58]Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
[04:54.58]Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
[04:57.68]If they like me, tell 'em line up
[05:00.68]While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[05:03.78][Juelz Santana]
[05:04.18]Mic check, one two, one two, check
[05:06.98]I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
[05:10.08]Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
[05:13.18]Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
[05:16.38]So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
[05:19.48]Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
[05:22.58]Mama told me not to play with fire but
[05:25.88]She never told me I would grow to be a liar
[05:28.98][Rick Ross]
[05:29.38]One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
[05:32.48]Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
[05:35.68]The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
[05:38.78]Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
[05:41.98]I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
[05:45.08]Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
[05:48.18]Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
[05:51.28]And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics
[05:54.38][Twista]
[05:54.78]Nigga I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggas at
[05:57.78]Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
[06:00.88]Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
[06:03.98]Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
[06:16.68]Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
[06:19.78]When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
[06:22.88][Daz]
[06:23.28]WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[06:24.48][Kurupt]
[06:24.88]Yeah rollin with two grips
[06:27.08]Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
[06:29.98]Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
[06:33.08]Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
[06:36.08]But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
[06:42.28]West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
[06:45.38]Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
[06:48.48][Daz Dillinger]
[06:48.88]Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
[06:51.78]RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
[06:54.78]Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
[06:57.88]Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fle************n
[07:01.08]I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
[07:04.18]Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
[07:07.28]I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
[07:10.38]Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
[07:13.48]From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
[07:16.68]Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
[07:19.78]Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
[07:22.88]By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[07:26.08][WC]
[07:26.48]Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
[07:29.58]Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
[07:32.68]From the westside, strivin to dead em
[07:35.68]Where them killers throw that third letter up
[07:38.78]Like Raymond Wa************ngton and Tookie Williams
[07:41.88]Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
[07:45.08]Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
[07:48.18]Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
[07:54.38][E-40]
[08:06.98]Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
[08:10.08]Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
[08:13.18]This ain't nothin to do with nobody
[08:16.28]But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[08:19.38][Bun B]
[08:19.78]I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
[08:23.08]But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
[08:26.08]Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
[08:29.28]Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
[08:32.38]Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
[08:35.48]At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
[08:38.58]Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
[08:41.68]Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
[08:44.78][Chamillionaire]
[08:45.18]I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
[08:48.68]Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
[08:51.98]My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
[08:55.38]So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
[08:58.68]My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
[09:02.08]Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me
[09:05.38]Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
[09:08.78]Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[09:12.08][Slim Thug]
[09:12.48]Its one blood if you blood or cuz
[09:15.28]From that number one thug, its still one love
[09:18.28]I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
[09:21.38]I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
[09:24.48]All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
[09:27.68]Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
[09:33.88]We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
[09:36.98][Young Dro]
[09:40.48]Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
[09:46.78]I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
[09:59.28]Lyrically diabolical, ku************n' is now cigarable
[10:02.38][The Clipse]
[10:02.78]Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
[10:05.98]Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
[10:09.08]Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
[10:12.18]Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
[10:15.28]Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
[10:18.38]My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
[10:21.48]Frolic in the snow, so playful
[10:24.58](And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
[10:31.28](Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
[10:34.98][Ja Rule]
[10:35.38]Nigga, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
[10:38.98]The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
[10:42.18]Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
[10:48.48]With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
[10:54.78]You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
[10:57.88]Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or blood
[11:01.08]...niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
[11:04.48]Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
[11:07.78]Niggaz that got bullets with names on them
[11:10.88]Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me
[11:14.08]Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
[11:17.18]You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
[11:20.38]Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
[11:23.78]Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how ...
Southside -Lil Scrappy /The Game
Southside
Southside
Yall don't want it with the Southside
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
Yall don't want it with the Southside
...
Remember me? Like father, like son
Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1
Cause my daddy hustle
We good now
Cause my daddy hustle
We out the hood now
Cau...
Shawty say she wanna love me she won't leave me alone
She say she wanna tangle no iphone
She wanna get me face time no iphone
She gotta black berry BB...
Girls go wild (Girls go wild)
Make the girls go wild
Hundred million dollars and we straight (And we straight)
Summer rush, yeah, I'ma house out on th...
Yeah, yeah, it's the West Coast remix
Westside's the best side
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Shorty, what you want? Shorty, wha...
I just wanna touch ya girl, the way you move
Oh, you make me love you girl, cause lady you cool
That's the way, you can move it baby
Tell your girls, ...
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was bl...