Game Invisible Felon Lyrics

Invisible Felon Lyrics

[Verse 1]





Nigga i lock the whole block up


See the block what


You can't stop us or drop us


Long
nose, sluggin the drop what


We real niggas


Compton
blood runnaz and gunnaz


The red raiders been on hiatus


Made it back for the summer


Fuck rap, it aint about that


Hip hop is dead


You whack rappers broke one in the head


NaS said it he aint regret it


I talk to him


Any
nigga disagree


Run up on the passenger side


And put a
spark to him


Phony ass rap niggas


Swear they gon clap
some


Talkin out the side of they mouth


With no dare
frontin


Long as i'm alive, this shit don't stop


We know
who killed BIG and Pac


He gon' drop





[Talking]


You niggas think you scare me?


Nigga you
don't scare me B


I'm from Compton mothafucka


Real life,
real gangs, real shootouts mothafucka I took them shots


I see you
standin there


So what bitch? Move!





[Verse
2]


I'm the west Don


The next one to kick his fuckin
feet up


Puffin on chiefa


Niggas give me the chills


I pick the heat up


Im scared of who, you? Fuck no


I let the shit blow


Circle the block, before I duck off


I stay blunted, stay around pussy


Stay liquored up wit the
finest bitches


You niggas trickin 


I'm wit the barks
like Milwaukee


I shoot em dead


Left hand like Michael
Red


Recycle the flow, come back


I'm dead prez


Too political


Guerilla on mass beats


Leave your
careerer in critical condition


Destroy niggas, my mission is to
disposition


All you faggots


I ain't beefin with one
nigga


Theres room for all you niggas in this casket


Get
in





[Talking]


All homo ass niggas, B


Niggas straight fuckin homos nigga


When you see me in the
streets nigga


You dont say shit


Niggas dont be doin
shit


Whole bunch of niggas man


Loud noise makers, fuck
yall





[Verse 3]


I stand ova niggas wit a
gun


Let it hum


Your crew run, run, run, your crew run,
run


I stand ova niggas wit a gun


Let it hum


Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run


I fuck ova niggas


Only give props


To them olda niggas


Snoop,
Cube, Rakim, KRS


The coldest niggas


Can't forget nasty
Nas


and that Hova nigga


Disrespect from ? yet it still
how olda niggas


Pay homage, spray llamas


Drive
Bentleys, roll through any hood


You don't believe me


Then ride wit me


Pray on the soul


On any nigga that
collide wit me


He bust first, I shot back


The moral is
you die wit me





[Talking]


See nigga I don't
really give a fuck


About all this G-unit talk and all these punk ass
records nigga


First of all you don't sell records nigga


Second of all nigga you ain't as handsome as me


Third of all you
ain't fuckin as many bitches as I'm fuckin


Fourth of all you ain't
got enough OG mothafuckin homies backin you nigga


Fifth of all,
fuck you