The Game – Invisible Felon Lyrics
Artist: The Game
Song: Invisible Felon
n#gg# 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 n#gg#s, Compton blood runnaz and gunnaz
The red raiders been on hiatus, made it back for the summer
f#ck rap, it ain’t about that
Hip hop is dead
You whack rappers broke one in the head
Nas said it he ain’t regret it
I talk to him
Any n#gg# disagree
Run up on the passenger side
And put a spark to him
Phony #ss rap n#gg#s
Swear they gon clap some
Talkin out the side of they mouth
With no gat frontin
Long as I’m alive, this sh#t don’t stop
We know who killed BIG and Pac
He gon’ drop
You n#gg#s think you scare me?
n#gg# you don’t scare me B
I’m from Compton mothaf#cka
Real life, real gangs, real shootouts mothaf#cka I took them shots
I see you standin there
So what b#tch? Move!
I’m the west Don
The next one to kick his f#ckin feet up
Puffin on cheeba
n#gg#s give me the chills
I pick the heat up
I’m scared of who, you? f#ck naw
I let the sh#t blow, circle the block, before I duck off
I stay blunted, stay around p#ss#
Stay liquored up with the finest b#tches
You n#gg#s trickin
I’m with the bucks like Milwaukee
I shoot em dead
Left hand like Michael Redd
Recycle the flow, come back
I’m dead prez
Too political
Guerilla on mass beats
Leave your career in critical condition
Destroy n#gg#s, my mission is to disposition
All you faggots
I ain’t beefin with one n#gg#
There’s room for all you n#gg#s in this casket
Get in
All h#mo #ss n#gg#s, B
n#gg#s straight f#ckin h#mos n#gg#
When you see me in the streets n#gg#
You don’t say sh#t
n#gg#s don’t be doin sh#t
Whole bunch of n#gg#s man
Loud noise makers, f#ck ya’ll
I stand ova n#gg#s with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I stand ova n#gg#s with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I f#ck ova n#gg#s
Only give props
To them olda n#gg#s
Snoop, Cube, Rakim, KRS
The coldest n#gg#s
Can’t forget nasty Nas
And that Hova n#gg#
Disrespectful tongue [?] yet it still I owe them n#gg#s
Pay homage, spray llamas
Drive Bentleys, roll through any hood
You don’t believe me
Then ride with me
Pray on the soul
On any n#gg# that collide with me
He bust first, I shot back
The moral is you die with me
See n#gg# I don’t really give a f#ck
About all this G-unit talk and all these punk #ss records n#gg#
First of all you don’t sell records n#gg#
Second of all n#gg# you ain’t as handsome as me
Third of all you ain’t f#ckin as many b#tches as I’m f#ckin
Fourth of all you ain’t got enough OG mothaf#ckin homies backin you n#gg#
Fifth of all, f#ck you
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Release Year: 2022