Trued Up Remix (real Anthem) Lyrics

Trued Up Remix (real Anthem) lyrics

f/ Baby Skar



[Jayo Felony]

It's how it goes down

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!



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, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum

And all the crips across the world y'all gone sing this anthem



[Crip Chorus: Jayo]

We stay trued up! Blued up!

True fat laces, true blue chucks

We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up

Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up



[Blood Chorus: Baby Star]

We stay flamed up! Banged up!

Bright red laces, flamed up chucks

It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up

Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up





[Baby Star]

Dulo, get names spit flames

Thought cus Pac laid off ya shit change?

Shit ranged, hell naw they bit game

Every time ya hit, bitch slang

Bit names, bustin other niggas shit can



You crossed the line blood, now the streets comin to get ya

It's over +H.O.V.A.+ prepare for your last thrill nigga

Was never a real nigga and know you aint tryin to 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 aint impressed that you done wrote your fuckin flunky some raps

But if Beanie is really a baboon then you funky for that

But it aint 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



[Blood Chorus: Baby Skar]

We stay flamed up! Banged up!

Bright red laces, flamed up chucks

It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up

Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up



[Crip Chorus: Jayo]

We stay trued up! Blued up!

True fat laces, true blue chucks

We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up

Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up



[Jayo Felony]

Back in the day if I was 'caine cuz 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 Sharp, C-walkin with his perm out here

Niggas bangin the NY now, cuz 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 sloped 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, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum

And all the crips around the world y'all gone sing this anthem



[Crip Chorus: Jayo](2x)

We stay trued up! Blued up!

True fat laces, true blue chucks

We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up

Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up



Bitch!

And you just lost!