40 Glocc Lyrics - 1 Blood (game Diss) lyrics

1 Blood (game Diss) lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:40 Glocc Lyrics
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[One Blood (Its Okay) by GAYme & Junior Read beat.]

[Junior Reid Sings]

[Intro:]
(Infa- Infamous!)
Yeah nigga! (G-UUUUNIT!)
Fuck 40Glocc huh? ! [2 gun cocks]
Oh, nigga you a 40Glocc killa? ! [automatic gunshots]
You bitch-ass nigga, you aint say Fuck 40Glocc! [automatic gunshots]
When I was at your motherfuckin crib nigga...
You aint say fuck 40Glocc, damn nigga!
What it do nigga? !
Im a show you how the real Crips get in!

[Verse:]
The WestCoast is back at em, flashin the Mack at em
Bust two up the accura. - Call me the black Dracula!
Flippin birds like spatulas with crack Im spectacular
You clap I clap back, blaaat! - Thats the passenger.
How the fuck Im a leave and I barely came?
This the resurrection, niggaz addin fuel to my flame! (FUEL TO MY FLAME!)
My dedigation rep the hood mash for tha Game
Catch you and ya niggaz slippin - AND SNATCH OFF YA CHAIN!
Im a two tone Tommy Tucker! - Tummy Tucker!Stick a dick in ya mommas stomache! - 40 a muthafucka! (hahaha!)
BIG BAD 4-0! - Now the streets is talkin,
Hit em up with sign language, now them heats is talkin.
This fuacets gotta leak, get the coffins ready, (BIACTCH!) (DJ Nik Bean! )
Plug em full of holes and his followers wittem.
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He 6-4 swingin from the balls of Fifty
The new face of LA - more bitch than Whitney.
I used to whistle for the homies, now Im like (AIGhT CUZZ!)
Run em of the road knock a hole in them dubs.
The balls is big! - So is the buzz!
Fuck a .38 Snub, I got a Glock in the club!
We can lock up head up, tic-tack (blaaaapp!)
The West aint never left, how you bring It back? !
Only bitch-ass niggas cover over they tats
And wake up by the comas - with no get back! (GET BACK!)
Im a kick an push his ass like he Lupe Fiasco
And tear this pussy - a whole new asshole!
He talk more shit then his ass can hold
Ask Bishop L amont! - Or Glasses Malone!
Even Essays says I wanna see like Homes
In the hood gettin blunted, get my C-Walk on!
You wanna get flame on - Ill heat you up!
On Colt and City Crip-up, Ill beat you up!
FUCK you and your label! [gun cocks] (what set you claim? !) [blast]
Ill diss that too, if you was really to bang
He playin head games, let the games begin!
Ill bring him the choppers (GAME OVER!) - all you see is!

[Outro:]
Is that nigga real? !
I find to kill him!
I know some real! [gun cocks]
Nigga this Crip! [blast]