B Not for Sale Remix
[Verse 1: OYG redruM781]
Uh, got a receipt for your stripes and you not real right (Naw)
Manufactured gang rank for your record deal hype (What?)
Bet a killer walk light (light), could be on on site (On site)
Big homie can't protect you 'cause we all gon' fight (Gon' fight)
Do for the hood, and not for just 1 or 2
Blood bigger than a single person on Piru (Piru)
You wanted the real B-Dogs, well, here we come
The B and P ain't for sale, woopin' no refunds, n***a
[Verse 2: OYG Lil' Hawk]
Naw, my B ain't for sale, only I may keep playin' with this woop shit, n***a
I'm bustin' shells, say my name, on the streets they say "Blood is a rider"
I'm from the side where it's at, and ain't nothin' else like it
Lil' Hawk is the name, yeah, the one in the red string
You set us out and get bang, bang
Lil' Hawk is the name, yeah, the one in the red string
You set us out and get bang, bang
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
Look, look, the B not for bale, the B not for bale
My big homie Haney Man said the B not for bale
He sat down for 37 years in a bell
And when I sat with him I felt like I found a holy grail
Just 'cause you hang with the homies that don't make you one
Straight up, n***a, fuck that, you gotta bust yo' gun
N***a, this be boss mode than the one on the most aren't
N***a, no amount of change can reduce dead homie pain
[Verse 4: Dawgie (Unda Dawg)]
N***a!
Four time program, first on lock, nigguh
Mandatory yard, bro, shit might pop, n***a
Dedication law, T-fades and a couple shootouts
And, n***a, if you ain't with that, Blood, what the fuck you 'bout?
Tattoos don't mean shit now, it's just some fashion
N***as used to get inked up, who got it brackin'
Last of a dyin' breed, we the plug
Now it's time to show these young-ass n***as on how to BLOOD!
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 5: Skramz]
The CM not for sale (hell naw!), but, n***a, you can get this work (Yeah!)
Always on the internet but you ain't never in the turf (N***a!)
A lotta n***as out here woopin', the homies started this shit (Woo)
It's Kall of Duty in the field, come play a part of this shit (N***a!)
And I don't need no put on, I have my heart in this shit (Stupid!)
Runnin' from yo' D, B-boy, you's a mark in this shit (Pussy!)
Stitched lip, I can't tell, n***a, I'd ride to hell, n***a (Yeah!)
Skramz got the grams but this B it ain't for sale, n***a! (Skramz!)
[Verse 6: Wacko]
You gots to put your own work in around here
All that talkin' like you tough, like your money is enough
Ain't no amount of money can bring my n***as back
Real gangstas done died out here, this ain't an akt
Real homies in the pen with life and that's a fact
If you don't Ruspect it, then you will regret it
And get yo' ass DP'd with some chin checkin'
And make you stay up out the hood 'til you learn your lesson
This P not for sale
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 7: Figg Newton]
Fig'
This B ain't for sale and it ain't gon' never be
They gave me Denver Lane life so I ain't never leavin'
Kan't stop, won't stop, I'mma forever bleed
I rep a second for homies that's restin' Heavenly
N***as just politickin' what they sell they tryna feed they belly
Askin' you about the goofy shit but you can't tell him
Shit, other then you know I keep it G
And that shit ain't goin' on on Fig' Street
Blood, this B ain't for sale
[Verse 8: OG Big Wy]
There's only one B, lil' n***a, that's the Original
I give it to you straight to yo' face, ain't no subliminals
N***as tryna add new rules, this shit is trivial
The land is the reason Damus reached this pinnacle
Salute to every real B-Dog that kept it solid
All around the country and world, you are acknowledged
If your turf originated in Cali, don't be a mystery
N***a, ain't no place like home, learn your history
N***a, ain't no place like home, learn your history
Uh, got a receipt for your stripes and you not real right (Naw)
Manufactured gang rank for your record deal hype (What?)
Bet a killer walk light (light), could be on on site (On site)
Big homie can't protect you 'cause we all gon' fight (Gon' fight)
Do for the hood, and not for just 1 or 2
Blood bigger than a single person on Piru (Piru)
You wanted the real B-Dogs, well, here we come
The B and P ain't for sale, woopin' no refunds, n***a
[Verse 2: OYG Lil' Hawk]
Naw, my B ain't for sale, only I may keep playin' with this woop shit, n***a
I'm bustin' shells, say my name, on the streets they say "Blood is a rider"
I'm from the side where it's at, and ain't nothin' else like it
Lil' Hawk is the name, yeah, the one in the red string
You set us out and get bang, bang
Lil' Hawk is the name, yeah, the one in the red string
You set us out and get bang, bang
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
Look, look, the B not for bale, the B not for bale
My big homie Haney Man said the B not for bale
He sat down for 37 years in a bell
And when I sat with him I felt like I found a holy grail
Just 'cause you hang with the homies that don't make you one
Straight up, n***a, fuck that, you gotta bust yo' gun
N***a, this be boss mode than the one on the most aren't
N***a, no amount of change can reduce dead homie pain
[Verse 4: Dawgie (Unda Dawg)]
N***a!
Four time program, first on lock, nigguh
Mandatory yard, bro, shit might pop, n***a
Dedication law, T-fades and a couple shootouts
And, n***a, if you ain't with that, Blood, what the fuck you 'bout?
Tattoos don't mean shit now, it's just some fashion
N***as used to get inked up, who got it brackin'
Last of a dyin' breed, we the plug
Now it's time to show these young-ass n***as on how to BLOOD!
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 5: Skramz]
The CM not for sale (hell naw!), but, n***a, you can get this work (Yeah!)
Always on the internet but you ain't never in the turf (N***a!)
A lotta n***as out here woopin', the homies started this shit (Woo)
It's Kall of Duty in the field, come play a part of this shit (N***a!)
And I don't need no put on, I have my heart in this shit (Stupid!)
Runnin' from yo' D, B-boy, you's a mark in this shit (Pussy!)
Stitched lip, I can't tell, n***a, I'd ride to hell, n***a (Yeah!)
Skramz got the grams but this B it ain't for sale, n***a! (Skramz!)
[Verse 6: Wacko]
You gots to put your own work in around here
All that talkin' like you tough, like your money is enough
Ain't no amount of money can bring my n***as back
Real gangstas done died out here, this ain't an akt
Real homies in the pen with life and that's a fact
If you don't Ruspect it, then you will regret it
And get yo' ass DP'd with some chin checkin'
And make you stay up out the hood 'til you learn your lesson
This P not for sale
[Chorus: OG Big Wy & Jay Worthy]
This B not for sale
This P not for sale
[Verse 7: Figg Newton]
Fig'
This B ain't for sale and it ain't gon' never be
They gave me Denver Lane life so I ain't never leavin'
Kan't stop, won't stop, I'mma forever bleed
I rep a second for homies that's restin' Heavenly
N***as just politickin' what they sell they tryna feed they belly
Askin' you about the goofy shit but you can't tell him
Shit, other then you know I keep it G
And that shit ain't goin' on on Fig' Street
Blood, this B ain't for sale
[Verse 8: OG Big Wy]
There's only one B, lil' n***a, that's the Original
I give it to you straight to yo' face, ain't no subliminals
N***as tryna add new rules, this shit is trivial
The land is the reason Damus reached this pinnacle
Salute to every real B-Dog that kept it solid
All around the country and world, you are acknowledged
If your turf originated in Cali, don't be a mystery
N***a, ain't no place like home, learn your history
N***a, ain't no place like home, learn your history