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I give the blues
Like an L.A. jumpsuit
Hop inside the Phantom like the nigga Donald do
And cruise control until I lose control
These rubberband tires on 2's and 4's
I pick and my foes
And with flows I set traps, so no rat can climb through his hole
Touch my chedder out Beretta's
floss be a boss
We do six or better
Chopping up raw
My got a coke fetish
Still a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like Bettis
Iced out sweater, Air Ones, Louis, checker belt
Got me swimmin' through these bitches Mike Phelps
Drop top so the world know I'm hazin'
contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
Lay my head back and just
Tommy turn down the muthafuckin' and give niggas the blues

Yeah I niggas the blues
Drumma Boy adjust the bass and niggas the blues
I give niggas the
I give niggas the

Buck]
Been it
The you see now I drew it
Service myself the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on hoes on these 24?s
I'm still the truth in this game of Pinnocchio's
Filed bankrupt, like you gon' take next from me?
Then I bought a 'Vette for me, call it IRS
It's money, power,
Lil' buddy you
Respect, power, and
Now the fuck is you on?
This a "Dessert Storm" I get my on
Standin' in a room of Bloods with my blue on
on my waist but the barrel on it too long
Can't even fuckin' move, I used to havin' no suit on
I'm doin' what I do, done think I moved on
or without a crew
My bills is still due on the first you
Pull up in bitch I'm B.B. King
And I the rules
I will give niggas the

I give niggas the
Take Boy beat and give niggas the blues