[Verse 1: 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

Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the beehive

Ain't nothin' sweet unless it's Presidential

'Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

One love to the gangs (Yeah!), but I'm in the things

Save the colors for the cars, see, we kill for the fame (Ross!)

The boss made it, yеah, we floss flagrant

Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vеgas (Ross!)

I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller (Tell 'em)

Keep white in the office, call it Jerry Heller

Lettin' off a hundred rounds (Rounds), let the barrel pick (Pick)

And we gon' sit here and wait for the Darryl case

[Verse 3: Twista]

Chi got Lords and Gangsters, show me where them niggas at

Chi got Two Sixes and Kings, show me where them killas at

Chi got them ballers 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 choppas, nigga!

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

Hurt him in that cherry six-four, 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 holla out

[Hook: The Game]

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[Verse 4: T.I.]

You knowin' my attitude shitty (Okay) only a buck fifty

So I keep the Smittys with me—shit, how many getting it?

(Hey, what you scared?) I'm prepared in the mall and all

With two-twos, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw (Haha!)

You try me, I'ma cut that fool, better call the law

I start sprayin', make fuck niggas fall and crawl (Bow! Bow!)

I press play like Puff, no pause at all

Choppin' holes in all the walls, that's all they saw, hey!

[Verse 5: Chamillionare]

I'm the realest youngsta that's 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 that's a purpose that you're defeatin'

So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet 'til I'm finished eatin'

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

Like Eric, they think it's Eazy but it isn't 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

[Verse 6: Pitbull]

To all my Mexicans [?]

I got y'all backs

I had lived through it and seen it all

And that's a fact

To the new immigration laws they tryna pass

Tell the United States they can kiss my ass

Cause we're all immigrants

And then I represent

I’mma ride, I'mma die

I'mma make these livedences

All they can say

"That lil Chico killin' them"

So ya tu sabes dale que me cago en tu madre, mi negro

[Hook: The Game]

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[Verse 7: Slim Thug]

It's one blood if you Blood or Cuz

From that number one Thug, it's 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 the trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the blocks

Tryna get up out the hood, man, and stack up a knot

Put your sets in the air, scream, "Fuck the cops!" (Word, fuck 'em)

We gon' rep for the hood, man, like it or not (Thugga!)

[Verse 8: Young Dro]

My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical (Okay)

Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin' obstacles (Okay)

Trappin', I made it logical (Okay), my topic is impossible (Okay)

I got a partner named Shoe Strang 'cause shorty real crossable

Shark meat to Pappadeaux, cars be tropical (Yeah, yeah)

All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable (Yeah, okay!)

I'm unstoppable, my Calico is toxable

Lyrically diabolical, kushin' is now cigarable (What it is!)

[Verse 9: Bun B]

I'm comin' straight up outta P-A-T like Compton in all black

But when we say "What it do?", they never say, "Holla back!"

Bun Beeda, I'm OG, like '95 Air Max

Neon green outta Flight Club off of Fairfax

Ask the Hundreds, it's doable, I done 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 differ

Wipe the streets with ya like you a Swiffer as a gift

One blood

[Hook: The Game]

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