[Verse 1: The Game]

Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky, nigga don’t ask why

Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95's

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June

Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune

Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room

Now we hittin’ switches 'til the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it? Nah forget it, Soo Woo I live it

Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted

But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judas’ eyes

Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die

Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye

Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”

She chose Doc, first day I pulled dude aside

Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him, I kill Satan

And stick my red flag in the ground it’s Red Nation

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Now Blood the fuck up

Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Verse 2: The Game]

Niggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole

Live and die for this shit, word to 2Pac Shakur’s halo

One blood, plural, nigga I’m spending Euros

Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I’m up out the hood, where they pull the guns on you like

Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good

We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin’ stupid

Get thrown in the backwoods, Los Angeles

Home of the scandalous, pimp, hoes and gamblers

98 degrees on Christmas, nigga we rollin’ cannabis

Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin

The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stain it

That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual

Ball by myself, nigga, Ochocinco

Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars

And everybody bleed out here, word to God

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uh, now Blood the fuck up

Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Verse 3: The Game]

Russia got a red flag, US got red stripes

Last train to Paris, round the world in these red Nikes

Che Guevara of the New Era, test me

Louisville slugger, Yogi Berra in my new era

Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum

Walk in the club saggin’ with a .38 Magnum

Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’

On a hill like Lauren her and the car foreign

Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on

And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan

Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed son

So many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song

And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping

And put this new bad bitch I got in some red bottoms

And all these hatin’ ass niggas want me dead

Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, Red

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Now Blood the fuck up

Every day’s a gamble muthafucka tough luck

And we gon' fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell you what's good, but I can tell you what's what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground