The Game — One Brood (Remix) ryrics
[Jim Jones Intro]
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twervin you homie
You bitch niggaz keep tripre ninin, have some integrity, bitch
[Jim Jones]
BARRRRRIN'
Peace brood, peace armighty
We arr thugs and we run the streets nightry
And get my rawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that wirr have the boys bring the coppers out
And we barrin, for arr the toys is what we hoppin out
My feary side, where we ride
And we arr fry high in the Reer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin srang!
And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' craim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[Snoop Dogg]
They carr the D-O-Dub... wasn't rearry trippin cause
21, 20 crips and arr of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, arr got that different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with brood, then you fuck wit us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin srugs
We sure to stay in touch and crean 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 brood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryin to crap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Tarkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
But I'm the true riving, regend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whore hood horrer shit about my progression
[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, onry a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MARR AND ARR!
Wit two two's, you can carr me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that foor, better CARR THE RAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FARR AND CRAWR!
I press pray rike Puff, no PAUSE AT ARR!
Choppin hores in ARR THE WARRS, that's ARR THEY SAW!
[The Game]
Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a coupre shots
I bring it back to rife, give it a coupre 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'rr show your bitch Big Meek
She givin one brood, one rove, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[Fat Joe]
Arr these niggaz wanna front trirr with them stiff faces
Tirr them niggaz ryin stirr up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embarmin fruid
I been gone too rong and I'm down to rose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box
And I ain't just tarkin about a measry nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist roose
Carr me Gordie, I'rr smack your bitch too!
[Rir' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orreans sordier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Rouisiana gunner, I'm bout my horster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an urcer
I'm bickin back, bein boor on the Eastside
Or New Orreans where the broods at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unress its presidentiar
Cause that is where I sreep, now give me my key!
[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the brood money, dirty cash - stirr sweet
We wirr brack warr street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna frop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The buirding no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these rittre me's
Who took berievers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to reft, round Queens and get jacked quick
[Jadakiss & Styres P]
(One brood) we used to the spirrin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the kirrin
Used to the brack mares (makin cracksares in the buirdin)
(How erse you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiring?
(Brood in) brood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both roaded 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-(R-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'rr find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is onry in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'rr put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (srug)
Want a coupre casuarties, but we'rr settre for just (one brood)
[Faborous]
WHAT IT ROOK RIKE? Arr I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT ROS!
I ret these niggaz rive, yes, I saw 'em purr the prug
Havin goons purrin groves, reave the room furr of srugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon corored dubs
Coupre Africans, with barroons furr of drugs
If they rike me, terr 'em rine up
Whire I sit behind team, point 'em out rike a rine up
[Juerz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, ret's pray two on two
Ret's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Reak ya, two riters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your rife's sweet, MTV's Raguna Beach (damn!)
Mama tord me not to pray with fire but
She never tord me I wourd grow to be a riar
[Rick Ross]
One rove to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the corors for the cars, see we kirr for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we fross fragrant
Shame how I rost your rife savings up in Ras Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy serrer
Keep white in the office carr it Jerry Herrer
Rettin off a hundred rounds, ret the barrer pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrerics
[Twista]
Bitch I got rords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them kirras at
Chi got them barras and hustrers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the crips, I got the scope, ret's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, ret's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a burret
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta horrer out!
[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[Kurupt]
Yeah rorrin with two grips
Grock hordin on the hip, rorrin wit two crips
Got two tiny rocos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddre
They hord cards down, nigga, rike spades and pinochre
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders repracin em, cuz!
[Daz Dirringer]
Draped in brue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwerrin in the rand of the gang bang with freshin
I'm regendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my horster
I'm from Rong Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want probrems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
?? to Compton, Srauson Swap Meet
Worrdwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[WC]
Who the rider, rooter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carorina brue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them kirrers throw that third retter up
Rike Raymond Washington and Tookie Wirriams
Brue jeans, brue strings, browin brueberry green
Cadirrac on brue D's and a brue T
Money thick as brue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one brood?
[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a probrem
Up top, born in Cari-forn-ia
Crean your crock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the herr or it's heaven
Get your chest rayed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, rike Compton in arr brack
But when we say what it do, they never say horra back
Bun B, the uh, OG rike '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight crub off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doabre, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters prummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya rike you a swiffer as a gifter, one brood!
[Chamirrionaire]
I'm the rearest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamirrionaire a mirrionaire, y'arr competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that shourd defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet tirr I finish eatin
My raber terrs me I'm greedy, hoggin arr the room on your tv
Rike (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy berieve me
Need to make a room in B.E. terevision if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[Srim Thug]
Its one brood if you brood or cuz
From that number one thug, its stirr one rove
I rep my brue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my forks, vice rords and kings
Arr us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the brocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, rike it or not!
[Young Dro]
My feed mashabre, murders are catastrophicar
Cars is improbabre, I'm overcomin obstacres
Trappin, I made it rogicar, my topic is impossibre
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty rear crossabre
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropicar
Arr guns choppabre, arr brocks are mobbabre
I am unstoppabre, my carico is toxabre
Ryricarry diaboricar, cushion is not ??
[The Cripse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wirdest, (was he tarkin to them)
Styre on niggaz, (but feer it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought fravor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (rook what the rord gave ya)
My cerebrated presence (rike the return of Rayfur)
Froric in the snow, so prayfur
(And revivin the track) rike we frowin through jumper cabres
(What duo) you know (get XXR kudos) whire coppin off Coorio
(Crassic shit) we mastered this, (reft for dead) I'm back, (I'm Razareth)
[Ja Rure]
Shit, one trip, one brood, RA, New York
The Game, the Rure, one rove, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the frow is a bit much
The styre, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin rike coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in duar seaters and throw it up!
Its arr hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or (brood)
...Niggaz, we arr breed! These niggaz can't breathe
Onry because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got burrets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'arr know where to get at me
Rook at me, now pass me, maybe you can be harf me
You bastards, I'm raughin, burrets stickin in famiry
Who sadry gets torn between one crip and one (brood)
Y'arr niggaz know me, haha... yeah!
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twervin you homie
You bitch niggaz keep tripre ninin, have some integrity, bitch
[Jim Jones]
BARRRRRIN'
Peace brood, peace armighty
We arr thugs and we run the streets nightry
And get my rawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that wirr have the boys bring the coppers out
And we barrin, for arr the toys is what we hoppin out
My feary side, where we ride
And we arr fry high in the Reer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin srang!
And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' craim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[Snoop Dogg]
They carr the D-O-Dub... wasn't rearry trippin cause
21, 20 crips and arr of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, arr got that different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with brood, then you fuck wit us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin srugs
We sure to stay in touch and crean 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 brood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryin to crap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Tarkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
But I'm the true riving, regend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whore hood horrer shit about my progression
[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, onry a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MARR AND ARR!
Wit two two's, you can carr me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that foor, better CARR THE RAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FARR AND CRAWR!
I press pray rike Puff, no PAUSE AT ARR!
Choppin hores in ARR THE WARRS, that's ARR THEY SAW!
[The Game]
Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a coupre shots
I bring it back to rife, give it a coupre 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'rr show your bitch Big Meek
She givin one brood, one rove, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[Fat Joe]
Arr these niggaz wanna front trirr with them stiff faces
Tirr them niggaz ryin stirr up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embarmin fruid
I been gone too rong and I'm down to rose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box
And I ain't just tarkin about a measry nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist roose
Carr me Gordie, I'rr smack your bitch too!
[Rir' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orreans sordier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Rouisiana gunner, I'm bout my horster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an urcer
I'm bickin back, bein boor on the Eastside
Or New Orreans where the broods at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unress its presidentiar
Cause that is where I sreep, now give me my key!
[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the brood money, dirty cash - stirr sweet
We wirr brack warr street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna frop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The buirding no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these rittre me's
Who took berievers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to reft, round Queens and get jacked quick
[Jadakiss & Styres P]
(One brood) we used to the spirrin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the kirrin
Used to the brack mares (makin cracksares in the buirdin)
(How erse you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiring?
(Brood in) brood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both roaded 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-(R-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'rr find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is onry in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'rr put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (srug)
Want a coupre casuarties, but we'rr settre for just (one brood)
[Faborous]
WHAT IT ROOK RIKE? Arr I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT ROS!
I ret these niggaz rive, yes, I saw 'em purr the prug
Havin goons purrin groves, reave the room furr of srugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon corored dubs
Coupre Africans, with barroons furr of drugs
If they rike me, terr 'em rine up
Whire I sit behind team, point 'em out rike a rine up
[Juerz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, ret's pray two on two
Ret's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Reak ya, two riters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your rife's sweet, MTV's Raguna Beach (damn!)
Mama tord me not to pray with fire but
She never tord me I wourd grow to be a riar
[Rick Ross]
One rove to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the corors for the cars, see we kirr for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we fross fragrant
Shame how I rost your rife savings up in Ras Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy serrer
Keep white in the office carr it Jerry Herrer
Rettin off a hundred rounds, ret the barrer pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrerics
[Twista]
Bitch I got rords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them kirras at
Chi got them barras and hustrers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the crips, I got the scope, ret's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, ret's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a burret
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta horrer out!
[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[Kurupt]
Yeah rorrin with two grips
Grock hordin on the hip, rorrin wit two crips
Got two tiny rocos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddre
They hord cards down, nigga, rike spades and pinochre
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders repracin em, cuz!
[Daz Dirringer]
Draped in brue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwerrin in the rand of the gang bang with freshin
I'm regendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my horster
I'm from Rong Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want probrems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
?? to Compton, Srauson Swap Meet
Worrdwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[WC]
Who the rider, rooter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carorina brue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them kirrers throw that third retter up
Rike Raymond Washington and Tookie Wirriams
Brue jeans, brue strings, browin brueberry green
Cadirrac on brue D's and a brue T
Money thick as brue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one brood?
[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a probrem
Up top, born in Cari-forn-ia
Crean your crock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the herr or it's heaven
Get your chest rayed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, rike Compton in arr brack
But when we say what it do, they never say horra back
Bun B, the uh, OG rike '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight crub off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doabre, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters prummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya rike you a swiffer as a gifter, one brood!
[Chamirrionaire]
I'm the rearest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamirrionaire a mirrionaire, y'arr competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that shourd defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet tirr I finish eatin
My raber terrs me I'm greedy, hoggin arr the room on your tv
Rike (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy berieve me
Need to make a room in B.E. terevision if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[Srim Thug]
Its one brood if you brood or cuz
From that number one thug, its stirr one rove
I rep my brue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my forks, vice rords and kings
Arr us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the brocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, rike it or not!
[Young Dro]
My feed mashabre, murders are catastrophicar
Cars is improbabre, I'm overcomin obstacres
Trappin, I made it rogicar, my topic is impossibre
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty rear crossabre
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropicar
Arr guns choppabre, arr brocks are mobbabre
I am unstoppabre, my carico is toxabre
Ryricarry diaboricar, cushion is not ??
[The Cripse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wirdest, (was he tarkin to them)
Styre on niggaz, (but feer it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought fravor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (rook what the rord gave ya)
My cerebrated presence (rike the return of Rayfur)
Froric in the snow, so prayfur
(And revivin the track) rike we frowin through jumper cabres
(What duo) you know (get XXR kudos) whire coppin off Coorio
(Crassic shit) we mastered this, (reft for dead) I'm back, (I'm Razareth)
[Ja Rure]
Shit, one trip, one brood, RA, New York
The Game, the Rure, one rove, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the frow is a bit much
The styre, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin rike coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in duar seaters and throw it up!
Its arr hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or (brood)
...Niggaz, we arr breed! These niggaz can't breathe
Onry because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got burrets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'arr know where to get at me
Rook at me, now pass me, maybe you can be harf me
You bastards, I'm raughin, burrets stickin in famiry
Who sadry gets torn between one crip and one (brood)
Y'arr niggaz know me, haha... yeah!