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The Blues

[The Game]I give niggas the blues

Like an L.A. County jumpsuit

Hop inside the Phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do

And just cruise control until I lose control

These rubberband tires sittin' on 2's and 4's

I pick and choose my foes

And with abusive flows I set traps, so no rat can climb through his hole

Touch my chedder bring out Beretta's

Try'na floss be a boss

We do six hundred or better

Chopping up raw lettuce

My bitch got a coke fetish

Still a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like Jerome Bettis

Iced out Coogi sweater, Air Ones, Louis, checker belt

Got me swimmin' through these bitches like Mike Phelps

Drop top Phantom so the world know I'm hazin'

Catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis

Lay my head back and just cruise

Tommy turn down the muthafuckin' bass and give niggas the blues

Yeah I give niggas the blues

Drumma Boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues

[Young Buck]Been through it

The picture you see now I drew it

Service myself change the oil and transmission fluid

Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24?s

I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnocchio's

Filed bankrupt, like what you gon' take next from me?

Then I bought a 'Vette for me, call it IRS money

It's money, power, respect

Lil' buddy you wrong

Respect, power, and money

Now what the fuck is you on?

This a "Dessert Storm" I get my Clue on

Standin' in a room full of Bloods with my blue on

Revolver on my waist but the barrel on it too long

Can't even fuckin' move, I ain't used to havin' no suit on

I'm doin' what I do, y'all done think I moved on

With or without a crew

My bills is still due on the first like you

Pull up in anything bitch I'm B.B. King

And I break the rules

I will give niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues

Take Drumma Boy beat and give niggas the blues

Yeah

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