Trued Up Remix (Real Anthem)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jayo Felony] It's how it goes down (Yea) Hoodsta style The Remix West Coast killin like that! (One Shot, Kill) Y'all know what's crackin The whole Roc-A-Fella shut down! [Verse 1: Jayo Felony] Enemy's goals come at me foul I bust 'em in they bowels For this rag 4 mag, bitch get shit bag Watch me hit this fag with sack with this Till I die "Crip or Cry" Mista Nice Guy's dead Is in hood to the heart and his .47 to the head Think you can scrap? I got scrap But see it's only one thing, I got this strap And they ain't goin for none of that Comprehend like "You don't just wanna end your career here" When the bullet hits your collarbone you know it's like "Fuck a career" I drink a [?] to ya soul, muthafucka rich roll Hit you and ya man, you slippin, fuck up his stroll Cuz, and that's just how these hoodstas roll Talkin 'bout "Is he a blood or is he crip?" Nigga I sock that faggot in his big ass lip Put a straight jacket on me, cuzz, I'm throwin' a tantrum And all the crips across the world y'all gon' sing this anthem We stay [Chorus: Jayo Felony & Baby Star] Trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die, cuzz, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from the G homie that used to shoot up We stay flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from a G homie that used to shoot up [Verse 2: Baby Star] Dulo, get names spit flames Thought 'cause Pac laid off ya shit change? Shit ranged, hell naw, they bit game Every time ya hit, bitch slang Bit names, bust another nigga's shit, mane You crossed the line blood, now the streets comin' to get ya It's over Hova, prepare for your last thrill, nigga Was never a real nigga and know you ain't tryna be Dulo the throne of dynasty Thinking your reigning? It's time to see We'll find you at Marcy unless you wit a film crew With that scary ass Memphis Bleek nigga, him too I ain't impressed that you done wrote your fuckin' flunky some raps But if Beanie is really a baboon then you funky for that But it ain't no dynasty dummy, just ya flunky and a monkey And a broad that look like a fuckin recoverin heron junky Put a straight jacket on me dog, I'm throwin' a tantrum And all my Bloods across the world y'all gon' sing this anthem We stay! [Chorus: Baby Skar & Jayo Felony] Flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from a G homie that used to shoot up We stay, trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die, cuzz, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from the G homie that used to shoot up [Verse 3: Jayo Felony] Back in the day if I was 'caine, cuzz, I would have been trippin' Like "Ain't, no, half, crippin" When it comes to this C shit, they gon' learn out here I'll have Al Sharpton, C-walkin with his perm out here Niggas bangin the NY now, cuzz, I don't knock it This fool said he was a blood but had his rag in the wrong pocket Crips where it on the left and Pirus where it on the right I'ma show you muthafuckas how to gangbang right Ride back in the same night, how to slang 'caine right How to keep them guns hot, and aim them thangs right While ya DJ gettin slumped at the break beach spot I'm smoking purple till my lungs light great street watts C-walk on yo roof, it's over before you hit the vocal booth Watch out, I threw up the hood and broke ya tooth Put a straight jacket on me, cuzz, I'm throwin' a tantrum And all the crips across the world y'all gon' sing this anthem We stay! [Chorus: Jayo Felony] Trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die, cuzz, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from the G homie that used to shoot up We stay, trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die, cuzz, and'll shoot you up Cop the 38 from the G homie that used to shoot up [Outro: Jayo Felony] Bitch! And you just, lost!