[Intro: The Game]

Dre, I saved hip-hop

[Intro: (Junior Reid) and Jim Jones]

(Blood) Uh-huh, Jones

(Blood hunt) Dipset, Byrdgang, bitch!

Ha, you know what it is

When you see me two twelvin' you, homie (that's right)

You fuck niggas keep triple ninin' (Eastside)

Have some integrity, bitch

'Fore it get tech-mangy out here, smell me? (Ballin'!)

(One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

(Ballin'!)

Peace Blood, peace Almighty (Peace Blood!)

We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (Eastside!)

And get my lawyer; why? 'Cause I ain't coppin' out (Nope!)

And I fuck with B-boys that bring them choppers out

One shot of that'll havе the boys bring the coppers out

And wе ballin', foreign toys what we hoppin' out (Flossing!)

My fair Eastside, where we ride

And we all fly high in the Lear G5s (Ballin'!)

So twist your fingers up and bang, motherfucker, bang! (Nine-Trey!)

Get your money up, this 'caine is what we fuckin' slang (Gotta hustle!)

And Nine-Trey is what I fuckin' claim (Ugh!)

It's Dipset Capo, the don of the Byrdgang (Eastside!)

[Verse 2: Fabulous]

(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 told 'em pull the plug

Have them goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs (Yes!)

Catch me traffickin' on maroon-colored dubs (Yes!)

Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs (Yes!)

If they like me, tell 'em line up

While I sit behind ten and point 'em out like a line-up

[Verse 3: Clipse]

Red rum, redrum, such power in the tongue

Never in the wildest, wasn't talkin' to them

Style on niggas 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

What duo you know

Get XXL kudos while coppin' off Julio?

Yeah, classic shit, we mastered this

Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus

[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]

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 you, two liters of red juice: Hawaiian Punch (Ha!)

So what you boys gon' do to me? (What?)

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 lighter

(Damn)

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 whack, and that's stat

[Hook: The Game]

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix (Remix!)

[Verse 5: Nas]

Game got at me about the remix, it's a honor, my nigga

I made rap one blood, Nasir signin' with 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

Talk about 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 holla 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' crack sales in the building

How else you get the Benz with the suede on the ceiling?

Blood in, Blood out, me and homie back-to-back

Boatload of work and 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 motherfuckin' target, nigga

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's dream team

Them boys is only in the projects on green screen

Yeah, no security, I'll put you on the respirator

I'm the bomb; I'm the motherfuckin' detonator

One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug

Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just...

[Verse 7: Fat Joe]

All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces

'Til them niggas lyin' still up in stiff cases

With the Styrofoam and embalmin' fluid

I been gone too long, and I'm dying to lose it

Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box

And I ain't just talkin' 'bout a measly nine shots

Yeah I'm chopper-happy and my wrist loose

Call me Goldie, I'll smack a bitch too

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]

New York, get the blood money (Dirty cash!), still sweet

We the Black Wall Street by the swap meet with heat

Def Jam, they gon' flop him

And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no more

It's OKAY! I get it poppin'

Back to the forest trees for deep, these little mes

Who took believers a opportunity to breathe

And you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq shit

You can come to LeFrak, Queens and get jacked quick

[Hook: The Game]

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix (Remix!)

[Verse 9: Ja Rule]

Nigga, one Crip, one Blood, L.A., New York

The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up

Hands down, can't touch the flow, it's 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 dual-seaters and throw it up

It's all hood, niggas, rep your sets if you Cuz or (Blood!)

Niggas, we all bleed!

These niggas can't breathe!

Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part

Niggas that got bullets with names on them

Want 'em? Come get 'em! Niggas, 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!)

[Outro: Ja Rule]

Y'all niggas know me, haha, yeah!