The Resurrection (The Game Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Junior Reid & 40 Glocc]
Modern vampires of (Infa-infamous) the city
Yeah, n*gga!
Huntin' blood! (G-Unit!)
Blooooooooooooooood!
f*ck 40 Glocc, huh? oh n*gga you a 40 Glocc killer?
Blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
You b*tch ass n*gga you ain't say f*ck 40 Glocc (Yeah, hahah) when I was in your motherf*ckin' crib, n*gga!
You ain't say f*ck 40 Glocc then, n*gga!
What it do, n*gga?!
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
I'ma show y'all the real Crips get down!

[Verse: 40 Glocc]
The West coast is back at 'em, flashin' a Mac at 'em
Bust two out the Acura, call me the black dragon
Flippin' birds like spatulas with crack, I'm spectacular
You clap, I clap back at cha, blaat, that's the passenger
How the f*ck I'ma leave and I barley (Yeah, hahah) came
This The Resurrection, n*ggas adding fuel to my flame
My dedication rep thе hood, mash for the game
Catch you and your n*gga slippin' and snatch off your chain
I'm a two [?] Tommy tucker (Tommy tuck)
Stick a di*k in yo momma stomach, 40 a mothеrf*cker (Hahaha)
Big bad 4-0, now the streets is talkin', hit 'em up with sign language now them heats is talkin'
This faucet's gotta leak, get the (Yeah, hahah) coffins ready
Plug him full a holes and his followers wit him
He six fo, swingin' from the balls of 50
The new face of L.A., more b*tch than Whitney
I used to whistle for the homies now I'm like "Aight cuzz"
Run him off the road, knock a hole in them dubs
The balls is big, so is the buzz, f*ck a .38 snub, I got a Glock in the club
We could lock up, head up, tit (Yeah, hahah) for tat
The West ain’t never left, how you bring it back?
Only b*tch ass n*ggas cover over they tats, and wake up out of comas with no get back
I'ma kick and push his ass like he Lupe Fiasco
And tear this pus*y, a whole new as*h*le
He talk mo' sh*t then his ass can hold
Ask Bishop Lamont, or Glasses Malone
Even eses said "I wanna see like homes" (Yeah, hahah)
In the hood gettin' blunted, get my c-walk on
You wanna get your flame on? I heat you up
On [?] city [?] I beat you up
f*ck you and your label, (What set you claim?)
I diss that too if you was ready to bang
He playin' [?] games, let the games begin
I bring him the choppers, (Game over!) all you see is
[Chorus: Junior Reid & 40 Glocc]
Blood, blood, blood, blood (Yeah, hahah) ([?] [?] this n*gga ain't a real), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood (I'm finna kill me one), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood (I know some real), blood, blood
One blood, one blood, one blood (n*gga this Crip), one blood, one blood
One blood
One blood
One blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood (Yeah, hahah), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
One blood
One blood