The Game - Invisible Felon lyrics

(Verse 1) n***a 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***as, Compton blood runnaz and gunnaz The red raiders been on hiatus, made it back for the summer F**k 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***a disagree Run up on the pa**enger side And put a spark to him Phony a** rap n***as Swear they gon clap some Talkin out the side of they mouth With no gat frontin Long as i'm alive, this sh** don't stop We know who k**ed BIG and Pac He gon' drop (Talking) You n***as think you scare me? n***a 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**h? Move! (Verse 2) I'm the west Don The next one to kick his f**kin feet up Puffin on cheeba n***as give me the chills I pick the heat up Im scared of who, you? F**k naw I let the sh** blow, circle the block, before I duck off I stay blunted, stay around p**y Stay liquored up wit the finest b**hes You n***as 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 ma** beats Leave your career in critical condition Destroy n***as, my mission is to disposition All you f*ggots I ain't beefin with one n***a Theres room for all you n***as in this casket Get in (Talking) All h*mo a** n***as, B n***as straight f**kin h*mos n***a When you see me in the streets n***a You dont say sh** n***as dont be doin sh** Whole bunch of n***as man Loud noise makers, f**k yall (Verse 3) I stand ova n***as wit a gun, let it hum Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run I stand ova n***as wit a gun, let it hum Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run I f**k ova n***as Only give props To them olda n***as Snoop, Cube, Rakim, KRS The coldest n***as Can't forget nasty Nas And that Hova n***a Disrespectful tongue ? yet it still i owe them n***as 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***a that collide wit me He bust first, I shot back The moral is you die wit me (Talking) See n***a I don't really give a f**k About all this G-unit talk and all these punk a** records n***a First of all you don't sell records n***a Second of all n***a you ain't as handsome as me Third of all you ain't f**kin as many b**hes as I'm f**kin Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG mothaf**kin homies backin you n***a Fifth of all, f**k you