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invisible felon - game lyrics

(verse 1)

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–k 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 n-gg- disagree
run up on the p-ssenger 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

(talking)
you n-gg-s think you scare me?
n-gg- you don’t scare me b
i’m from compton mothaf–ka
real life, real gangs, real shootouts mothaf–ka i took them shots
i see you standin there
so what b-tch? move!

(verse 2)
i’m the west don
the next one to kick his f–kin feet up
puffin on cheeba
n-gg-s give me the chills
i pick the heat up
im scared of who, you? f–k naw
i let the sh-t blow
circle the block, before i duck off
i stay blunted, stay around p-ssy
stay liquored up wit the finest b-tches
you n-gg-s trickin
i’m wit 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 m-ss beats
leave your career in critical condition
destroy n-gg-s, my mission is to disposition
all you f-ggots
i ain’t beefin with one n-gg-
theres room for all you n-gg-s in this casket
get in

(talking)
all h-m- -ss n-gg-s, b
n-gg-s straight f–kin h-m-s n-gg-
when you see me in the streets n-gg-
you dont say sh-t
n-gg-s dont be doin sh-t
whole bunch of n-gg-s man
loud noise makers, f–k yall

(verse 3)
i stand ova n-gg-s wit a gun
let it hum
your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
i stand ova n-gg-s wit a gun
let it hum
your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
i f–k 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 wit me
pray on the soul
on any n-gg- that collide wit me
he bust first, i shot back
the moral is you die wit me

(talking)
see n-gg- i don’t really give a f–k
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–kin as many b-tches as i’m f–kin
fourth of all you ain’t got enough og mothaf–kin homies backin you n-gg-
fifth of all, f–k you

- game lyrics

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