[Game - Verse 1] 
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky 
N-gga don’t ask why 
Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s 
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June 
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune 
Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room 
Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun 
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it 
Made the letter more famous than a Red Sox [bad word] 
But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes 
Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die 
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye 
Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide” 
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life 
And all I do is ride 
Before I turn on me I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground 
It’s Red Nation!!! 

[Lil Wayne] 
Now Blood the f-ck up 
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck 
And we gon f-ck the World til that [bad word] bust nuts 
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what 
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down 
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found 
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound 
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 

[Game - Verse 2] 
N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole 
Live and die for this [bad word]  word to Tupac Shakur’s halo 
One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s 
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough 
I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like [bad word] up out ya hood, it aint never all good 
We roll up in backwoods, [bad word] get to actin’ stupid 
Get thrown in the back woods 
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous 
Pimp, hoes and gamblers 
98 degree’s on Christmas 
N-gga we rollin’ cannibus 
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin 
The [bad word] fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it 
That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-ligual 
Ball by myself, Ochocinco 
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars 
And everybody bleed out here, word to God 

[Lil Wayne] 
Now Blood the f-ck up 
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck 
And we gon f-ck the World til the [bad word] bust nuts 
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what 
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down 
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found 
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound 
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground 

[Game - Verse 3] [bad word] got a Red Flag 
US got Red Stripes 
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes 
Che Guevera of the New Era, test me 
Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era 
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum 
Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum 
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren 
He and the car foreign 
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on 
And i keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan 
Where my n-gga Jim Jones at 
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods [bad word] had to get a NYC song 
And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping 
And put this new bad b-tch I got some red bottoms 
And all these hatin’ [bad word] n-ggas want me dead 
Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED 
[Lil Wayne] 

Now Blood the f-ck up 
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck 
And we gon f-ck the World til the [bad word] bust nuts 
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what 
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down 
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found 
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound 
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground