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Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
 You know what it is
 When you see me two twelvin you homie
 You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch
 
 BALLLLLINPeace blood, peace almighty
 We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
 And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
 And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
 One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
 And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out
 My feary side, where we ride
 And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
 So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
 Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang!
 And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim!
 It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
 
 [Snoop Dogg]
 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 fuck with blood, then you fuck wit 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 nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
 
 [Nas]
 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
 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 holler shit about my progression
 
 [T.I.]
 You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
 So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, 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!
 Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
 I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
 I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
 Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!
 
 [The Game]
 Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
 I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
 The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
 Too many niggaz 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 bitch Big Meek
 She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
 140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
 
 [Fat Joe]
 All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces
 Till them niggaz 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 nigga a pint box
 And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
 Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
 Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!
 
 [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
 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!
 
 [N.O.R.E.]
 New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
 We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
 Def Jam, they gonna 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 me's
 Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
 And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
 You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
 
 [Jadakiss & 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 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 (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 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 mothafuckin detonator)
 One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
 Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
 
 [Fabolous]
 WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
 Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
 I let these niggaz 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
 
 [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 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
 
 [Rick Ross]
 One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
 Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
 
            
 
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