Video Its Okay One Blood Mega Remix - The Game Letras

The Game - Its Okay One Blood Mega Remix Lyrics

[Jim Jones]
Uhuh...
Jones...
Dipset...
Byrd gang bitch...
U know what it is,
When you see me two twelvin' you homie, that's right,
You fucked niggas keep triple nining (Eastside!)
Have some integrity bitch (???) smell me? (Baaaalllin'!...)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood!)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastside!)
And get my lawyer! Why? Cos I ain't coppin' out,
And I fuck with b-boys that bring the choppers out (yeah!)
One shot of that'd have the boys bring the corpses out,
And we ballin' with all the toys that we hoppin' out (flossin'!)
Ma feary side, where we ride,
And we all fly high in them Land G5's so (ballin'!)
Twist your fingers up and bang muthafucka bang!
Get your money up this cane is what we fuckin' slang!
And this nine trey is what I fuckin' came!
It's dipset cappa the don of the Byrd gang (eastside!!)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
They thought the D-O Dogg what you really trippin' cuh?
Twenty one twenty whips and all of us is crippin' cuh,
We from the get rich street all got that different heat!
But when we moving ask for Game cuh we on that same beat!
So if you fuck with blooood, then you fuck wit us!
And we ain't bustin' dubs cuh we bustin' slugs,
That short stingin' touch will clean ya mess up and...
If you from the west coast ma nigga wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-westside!!

[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, it's a honor ma nigga!
I made rap one blood best say, I'm signing with jigga!
I got rappers getting mad at me,
I got these new jack rappers trying 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 hollerin' shits about ma regression!

[Verse 4: T.I.]
YEAAAAAAAH!
Ma attitudes shifty, I'm only above 50!
So I keep a spanish with me shit comin' to get me!
What you scared? I'm a playa in the mall and all!
With tim tunes you call me quick call me all!
I'm a cut that fool betta call the law!
Start sprayin' paint fuck nigga fold and draw,
I press play like puff no problems at all,
Chopper hold and all the wars is all they sold!

[Verse 5: The Game]
HIP HOP AINT DEAD! It just took a couple shots!
I bring it back to life give it a couple shots!
The king comin', no I'm not Jay-Z!
Too many niggas hate me but they scared to face me!
This ain't a movie dogg (Nope!) not waist deep,
I'm not an actor but I show ya bitch big meat,
She giving one blood, one love, all dubs,
140 000 the first week, UHHH!

[Hook: The Game]
Remix!
Remix, Remix, Remix! [3x]

Remix...

[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All this niggas want for a trill with them stiff faces,
Tell them niggas lyin' still up in stiff cases,
With them Styrofoam, and embalmin' fluid,
I've been gone too long, and I'm dyin' to lose it!
Somebody go and give this nigga a pine box,
And I ain't just talkin' bout a measley nine shots!
Yeah I'm chopper happy, and my wrist loose,
Call me cold deep, I'm smack your bitch too!

[Verse 7: Lil' Wayne]
Violent form gangsta, New Orleans soldier,
Bangin' underwater, fuck around and soak ya!
Louisiana gunna, I'm out my holster,
Hey if you getting' greasy I'm in Ossa!
I'm big and bad bein' bool on that eastside,
Or New Orleans where the bloods at tha behive!
Ain't nothing sweeet, unless its presidential,
Cos 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 gon' black wallstreet by the swat meet with heat!
Def Jam they gon' flop ‘em, Reggaeton ain't hot in the building,
No mo! It's okay!! I get it poppin'!
Back to the florist trees for D's these lil' nee's,
Who took ma leave as a opportunity to breath!
Yeah you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq,
Shit you can come to left latin queens and get jack quick!

[Verse 9: Jadakiss & Styles P]
J: One blood we used to the spillin'!
S: Came from the hood!
J: So we used to the killin',
Used to the black males!
S: Making crack sells in the buldin',
Hows he get the Benz?
J: Wit tha suede on the ceiling!
S: Blood in!
J: Blood out!
S: Me and homie!
J: Back to back!
S: But we only were!
J: We about to pitch a shut out,
I'm New York's king!
S: I'm New York's hardest nigga!
J: Anything in between!
S: Is a muthafucking talking nigga!
J: D-B-
S: L-O-
J: C-K-
S: P spray!
J: The hulk'll find a nice home!
S: Right where your cheeks stay!
J: We got a mean team!
S: Hip Hop dream team!
J: The boys is only in the projects on!
S: Green screen!
J: Yeah no security!
S: Put you on tha respirator!
J: I'm the bomb!
S: I'm the motherfucking detonator!
J: One!
S: Dutch!
J: One!
S: Bud!
J: One!
S: Bird!
J: One!
S: Slug!
J: What a couple cat be's gonna settle for just!

[Verse 10: Fabolous]
What it look likeee? All I say at most!
Shooters waiting on the word, just say it LOS!
I let these niggas live, I'd soon pull tha plug,
Have ‘em goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full o slugs (yesssss!)
Heavy traffickin', oh no room? Here come the dubs,
A couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs,
If they like me tell ‘em line up,
Wanna sit behind ten and point ‘em out like a line up!

[Verse 11: Juelz Santana]
Mic Check 1-2, 1-2,
I'm strapped you strapped, let's play two on two (let's go!)
Ya eyein' us in that iron buss, blink ya,
2 litres of red juice, Hawaiian punch!
So what you boys gon' do to me?
I'm born street, ya life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach!
Momma told me not to play wit fiyah but...
She neva told me I would grow to be a liar!

[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but a million thangs!
Save the colours 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 Loss Vegas!
I'm a heavy betta, I'm a heavy sella,
Keep white in the office callin' Gerri Heller!
Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the barrel hit,
And we gon' sit here and wait for the Daryl gates!

[Verse 13: Twista]
Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggas at,
Chi got two sixes and kings, show me where them killas at,
Chi got them ballas and hustlas, show me where them biggas at,
Game where them triggers at? Aim at them fiddy caps!
We got the clips, I got the scope, let's Get them choppers nigga,
He got the Kush I got the dope, lets get it poppin' nigga,
Heard him in that cherry 64, shit ain't no stopping nigga,
Hit ‘em in the head ‘n the body with a bullet woulda put ‘em in the
cemetery and then they gotta holla out!

[Hook]

[Verse 14: Kurupt]
Whaddup cuh?? Yeah rollin' with two rips!
Glock holder on the hip, rollin' with two clips!
Got two tiny locers ready to take trips,
Shaking make trips I stake to take risks!
Reppin' know what's crackin' cuz, cos ask me hardo!
They hold hearts down nigga like spades and pea knuckles!
West coast gangbang ryders erasin' ‘em,
Got funny niggas raising up and ryders replacin' ‘em, cuz...

[Verse 15: Daz Dillinger]
Dread the blue got one of his gangsta crew,
R.I.P. for niggas who don't stay true!
Peep down in the crevice, see them chaps better wit it,
Wearing in the land of the gang bang profession!
I'm legendary, yep yep a west coasta!
Thrown them two C's, got gunz in ma holster!
I'm from long beach city, crippled next to Compton!
Now with ma nigga game if you niggas want problems,
For the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet...
Colombo to Compton, Swamps city swap meet!
World wide, get swept away by the tide,
My G's and B G's, oh G's its time to RIIIIIDE!

[Verse 16: WC]
Who the rider who tha spitta gutta mayne,
Chewed up in them Carolina blue hurricanes!
From the west side slangin' the denim where them killas,
Throw that bird that'll rip like Raymond watchin' tikky Williams!
Blue jeans, blue streaks blowin' Bluberry green,
Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T!
Money thick as blue g's,truckin' up the dub,
What would the west see without Snoop and (DUB) WC and one blood!

[Verse 17: E-40]
The bay AREEEEA! Fuckers we pop them!
Only get up if you got a problem!
Blup plut bullet kallabooom ya!
Clean ya glock open ya can of tuna!
Make the choices in your head, oh one's snappin'!
Get your chest ain't out but the air in 50 Cent blew ya!
This ain't anythin' to do with nobody,
In the bay ain't nothing to do but catch vineless...?

[Hook]

[Verse 18: Bun B]
I'm comin' straight out of the B18 like Compton in all black,
Where when we say what it dew they neva say holla back!
Fuck Beeda I'm OG like 95 air max!
We off preme, not a fight club off a Fairfax!
Ask a hundred this dude pull out and done it,
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummet!
Run to it or run from it to Bun it don't give a...
Wipe the streets with ya like you was whoopa as a giva (one blood!)

[Verse 19: Chamillionaire]
Look just it is breathing and I ain't got give a reason!
Chamillionaire millionaire y'all be beatin' to be competed!
My purpose is to get the cheese, and that's a purpose that your defeated,
So shut your mouth and have a seat and be quite till I'm payin' to see me!
My label tells me I'm greedy hoggin' all the room on your TV,
Like Eric they think its easy, but it isn't easy believe me!
Need to make a room in B.E. Television if you wanna be me,
Cash city made room for Jeezy I had to make room for me G!

[Verse 20: Slim Thug]
It's one blood if you blood or cuz,
I'm that numba one thug, it's still one love!
And with my blue boy team, but I do it for green!
I do it for my folks vice lords and kings!
I was trapper's future rappers standin' out on them blocks,
Tryin' to get up out the hood, mayne and stack all ma knots!
Put yo sets in the air scream fuck the cops,
We gon' rep for the hood, mayne like it or not!

[Verse 21: Young Dro]
My fee's monsterable, murders are catastrophical,
Cause is improbable, unload become an obstacle!
Trappin' I'm an illogical, my topic is impossible,
And ma partner ain't shoestrings, shot him real possible!
Show me papa dough's, cars be tropical,
All guns choppable, all blocks thermopabble!
I'm unstoppable, my kaliko is tossable!
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not so cubdable?

[Verse 22: Clipse]
Red drum red rum, such power in the tongue!
Never in your wildest, was he talkin' it RRRRUM!
Styled on niggas, brought feelin' to the numb!
Japanese threads, brought flava to these bums!
Consider me the saviour, look what the lord gave ya,
My celebrated presence, like the return of Raifa!
Frolick in the snow so playful, and revivin' the track,
Like we flowin' thru jumper cables,
What duo? You know?
Get XXL utos? Or coppin' all folio?
Yep, classic shit, we mastered this,
Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus!

[Hook]

[Verse 23: Ja Rule]
Nigga, one trick, one blood, L.A., New York,
The Game, tha Rule, one love, guns up!
Heads down can't touch, the flow its 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, 'n dare a nigga to ak up!
You see us in dual seaters n throw it up, it's all hood,
Niggaz rep ya sets if your cuz or...
(....blood, blood, blood, blood!...). Niggas we all bleed (all bleed!...)
These niggaz cant breath, if only because the guns are drawn and named the pawn!
Niggas got bullets with names on ‘em, ya want ‘em?
Come get ‘em niggas, ya know where to get at me!
Look at me, not past me, maybe you can be half me!
You barstards, I'm laughin'! Put this dick in your family?
You said niggas torn between one crip and one...

(..Blood, blood, blood!...)

Ya niggaz know me!
Haha! Yeah!

(..Blood, blood, blood!...)

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood!

One blood!