Gangstas Don't Play - Fabolous Feat. Junior Reid

[Intro: Junior Reid]
Stonyahoy!!! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy!!! Yeah ha ha ha!!!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

[Verse 1: Junior Reid]
Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
Hope dem ready fi di ride

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

[Verse 2: Junior Reid]
Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
Hope dem ready fi di ride

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion
You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin
Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans
Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama
Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie
They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life
If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife
I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots
Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

The Game feat. Junior Reid - It’s Okay (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I’m the Doctor’s Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that’s why they call him the doctor
The (after)’math don’t drop them
And 50 ain’t rockin’ with him
No more, IT’S OKAY, I get it poppin’
Whole club rockin’
Like a ‘64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain’t shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I’m talkin’ ta you, nigga
Bouncin’ in da ‘64 throwin’ up West side, man
Sellin’ another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin’ West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I’m from the West side of the ‘64 Impala
Where niggaz say “Where you from” we’ll never say “Holla”
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I’m so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin’
All i need is one reason
I’m the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don’t know why you niggaz keep tryin’ me
Everybody knows I’m the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain’t gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin’ uhh
I’m 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the ‘07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What’s beef when you gettin’ head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep ‘em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin’ your fingers, I ain’t going away
I don’t regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin’ about me, they don’t know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin’ tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait ’til Lil’ Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I’m BIG, I’m Cube, I’m NaS, I’m ‘Pac
This ain’t shit but a warnin’ ’til my album drop

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

The Game feat. Junior Reid - It's Okay (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I’m the Doctor’s Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that’s why they call him the doctor
The (after)’math don’t drop them
And 50 ain’t rockin’ with him
No more, IT’S OKAY, I get it poppin’
Whole club rockin’
Like a ‘64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain’t shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I’m talkin’ ta you, nigga
Bouncin’ in da ‘64 throwin’ up West side, man
Sellin’ another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin’ West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I’m from the West side of the ‘64 Impala
Where niggaz say “Where you from” we’ll never say “Holla”
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I’m so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin’
All i need is one reason
I’m the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don’t know why you niggaz keep tryin’ me
Everybody knows I’m the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain’t gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin’ uhh
I’m 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the ‘07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What’s beef when you gettin’ head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep ‘em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin’ your fingers, I ain’t going away
I don’t regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin’ about me, they don’t know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin’ tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait ’til Lil’ Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I’m BIG, I’m Cube, I’m NaS, I’m ‘Pac
This ain’t shit but a warnin’ ’til my album drop

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]