Invisible Felon Lyrics - Game

(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 

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 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 gat frontin 

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

We know who killed BIG and Pac 

He gon' drop 

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(Talking) 

You niggas think you scare me? 

Nigga 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 bitch? Move! 

(Verse 2) 

I'm the west Don 

The next one to kick his f**kin feet up 

Puffin on cheeba 

Niggas give me the chills 

I pick the heat up 

Im scared of who, you? F**k naw 

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 bucks like Milwaukee 

I shoot em dead 

Left hand like Michael Redd 

Recycle the flow, come back 

I'm dead prez 

Photos 

Too political 

Guerilla on mass beats 

Leave your career 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 f**kin 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, f**k 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 f**k 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 

Disrespectful tongue? yet it still i owe them 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 f**k 

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 f**kin as many bitches as I'm f**kin 

Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG mothaf**kin homies backin you nigga 

Fifth of all, f**k you