Infrared Lyrics - Hood Morning - Game

[Verse 1]Red Rose, white cellar 

No body, no casket, just blood spillin' 

I aint a dead President but I love millions 

They like "Game, where ya been?" 

Yeh Blood chillin' 

But not on no islands or no villa's 

I've been lost in Compton with some drug dealers 

I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it 

Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker 

But I aint seen it in years 

Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier 

Still the most gutta, spit the most butta 

My album's got more game than niggas at the Rucker 

Who said I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom 

I park my shit at every strip club in Atlanta 

Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head 

Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the feds 

So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder 

Aint a street in my city that you aint heard of 

Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs 

and we all fit OJ's glove 

And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my name poppin' 

I mean long as the 'cane poppin' 

All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete 

Living the? 

I switch cars like superhead switch stars 

You know why, cause I'm a crook bitch 

F-ck ya book bitch 

I live life like aint no money on my books bitch 

I write the 16, you sing on the hook bitch 

Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out 

Been gang bangin' since the first Pippen's was out 

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[Hook]Me and my infra-red-red 

Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red 

All I need is my inferared-red 

So f-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red 

[Verse 2]Same colour as the big apple 

Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood clappin' 

I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem 

Only chase money, never chase the stardom 

Back to the law, thats how I became a target 

Respected in every hood, bullet proof regardless 

My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless 

Retaliation like tryna swim in the shark pit 

Will I ever go at Nas, hell no 

Will I ever go at Jay, I don't know 

Stay hittin em with pot shots 

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Ridin' round tryna figure out who got Pac shot 

Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to take out LA like big shot 

Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it 

You rap niggas like bitches, pitching underhanded 

It's like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter 

I keep it hood, never put money in parking meters 

like the f-ck the US government 

I be on some over shit 

28 inch rims rubber shit 

Roll down the window f-ck with this 

Roll up the endo, f-ck with this 

Get it backward, yeah my shit that good 

No more medical weed, back to chronic 

No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic 

Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like 

Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up 

[Hook]I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red 

Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red 

All I need is the inferared-red 

F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red 

[Verse 3]And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop 

Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a f-cking killer 

like Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes 

When it come to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae 

Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", 

right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha 

Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger 

than the ditches that they living 

That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts 

And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody on 

Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts 

Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart 

Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw dart 

Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a dead man 

Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James headband 

Empty out the clip on anybody but Redman 

I Blackout and you can Blackout 2 

But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red 

[Hook]Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red 

All I need is the inferared-red 

F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red 

[Outro]Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit 

We do this shit right, nigga 

Yeah, shout out to Redman for no reason at all 

Cool n Dre them my niggas, my brothers 

Thats my family for life nigga's