Yo listen up: here's a story
About a little guy
That lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is
Just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette and everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he aint got nobody to listen: ...

I'm blue (da ba dee...)
I'm blue (da ba dee...)

I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the color of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette it's standing outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feeling that live inside me

I'm blue (da ba dee...)
I'm blue (da ba dee...)

I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the color of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette it's standing outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feeling that live inside me

I'm blue (da ba dee...)
I'm blue (da ba dee...)

Punk ass mothaf@#ka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the f@#k up! f@#king dogs barking and shit

[Punk Ass Motherf@#ker]
Don’t shoot!
Don’t shoot!

gun shot

The Game
F@#k You Nigga!

Lil’ Wayne
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I’m from a Windy City, like “Do or Die”
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn’s Jesus
Shot for no f@#kin’ reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
‘Cause that’s Jesus people
And The Game, he’s the equal
Hated on so much, “The Passion of Christ” need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin’ “Why?” Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

Lil’ Wayne
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution…caution)
You see them 24’s spinnin’? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain’t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain’t no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma’s proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, “No More Drama” now
Livin’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I’m never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds Gunshots

Lil’ Wayne
And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired”
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the “Chronic” album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f@#ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I’m from the city that made you motherf@#kers afraid of Suge (Compton… Compton…)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain’t no bars, but niggas can’t escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it’s real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin’ slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I’m paid in full, the nigga Alpo co

Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and
the rollers
The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it
Chorus x4
I'm a represent my hood till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills
Chorus x4
[Kane & Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers
[Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!