(feat. Game)
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[The Game:]
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I give niggas the blues
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like an LA county jump suit
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hop inside the phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
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and just cruise control until I lose control
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these rubberband tires sitting on two¡¯s and four¡¯s
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I pick and choose my foes
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and with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through his hole
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touch my chedder bring out baretta¡¯s
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trying to floss be a boss
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we do 6 hundreds or better
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chopping up raw lettuce
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my bitch got a coke fetish
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still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome Bettis
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Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
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got me swimming through these bitches like Mike Phelps
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drop top phantom so the World know I¡¯m hazing
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catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
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lay my head back and just cruise
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Tommy turn down the muthafucking bass and give niggas the blues
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Yeah I give niggas the blues
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drumma boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
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I give niggas the blues
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I give niggas the blues
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[Young Buck:]
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been through it
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the picture you see now I drew it
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service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
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Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24¡Çs
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I¡¯m still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio¡¯s
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filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
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then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
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its money, power, respect
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buddy you wrong
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respect power and money
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now what the fuck is you on
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this a dessert storm I get my Clue on
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standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
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revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
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can¡¯t even fucking move, I aint used to having no suit on
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I¡¯m doing what I do, ya¡¯ll don¡¯t think I moved on
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with or without a crew
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my bills is still due on the first like you
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pull up in anything bitch I¡¯m BB King
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and I break the rules
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I will give niggas the blues
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I give niggas the blues
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take drumma boy beat and give niggas the blues
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yeah
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The Blues
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Young Buck |