"Invisible Felon" lyrics
Nigga I lock the whole block up, see the block what
You can't stop us or drop us, long nose, slugging the drop what
We real niggas, Compton blood runners and gunners
The red raiders been on hiatus, made it back for the summer
Fuck 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 nigga disagree
Run up on the passenger side
And put a spark to him
Phony ass rap niggas
Swear they're gon' clap some
Talking out the side of their mouth
With no gat fronting
Long as I'm alive, this shit don't stop
We know who killed BIG and Pac
He gon' drop
You niggas think you scare me?
Nigga you don't scare me B
I'm from Compton motherfucker
Real life, real gangs, real shootouts motherfucker I took them shots
I see you standing there
So what bitch? Move!
I'm the west Don
The next one to kick his fucking feet up
Puffin on cheeba
Niggas give me the chills
I pick the heat up
I'm scared of who? You? Fuck naw
I let the shit blow, circle the block, before I duck off
I stay blunted, stay around pussy
Stay liquored up with the finest bitches
You niggas tricking
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
Guerrilla on mass beats
Leave your career in critical condition
Destroy niggas, my mission is to disposition
All you faggots
I ain't beefing with one nigga
There's room for all you niggas in this casket
Get in
All homo ass niggas, B
Niggas straight fucking homos nigga
When you see me in the streets nigga
You don't say shit
Niggas don't be doing shit
Whole bunch of niggas man
Loud noise makers, fuck ya'll
I stand ova niggas with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I stand ova niggas with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I fuck ova niggas
Only give props
To them old 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 with me
Pray on the soul
On any nigga that collide with me
He bust first, I shot back
The moral is you die with me
See nigga I don't really give a fuck
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 fucking as many bitches as I'm fucking
Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG motherfucking homies backing you nigga
Fifth of all, fuck you
You can't stop us or drop us, long nose, slugging the drop what
We real niggas, Compton blood runners and gunners
The red raiders been on hiatus, made it back for the summer
Fuck 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 nigga disagree
Run up on the passenger side
And put a spark to him
Phony ass rap niggas
Swear they're gon' clap some
Talking out the side of their mouth
With no gat fronting
Long as I'm alive, this shit don't stop
We know who killed BIG and Pac
He gon' drop
You niggas think you scare me?
Nigga you don't scare me B
I'm from Compton motherfucker
Real life, real gangs, real shootouts motherfucker I took them shots
I see you standing there
So what bitch? Move!
I'm the west Don
The next one to kick his fucking feet up
Puffin on cheeba
Niggas give me the chills
I pick the heat up
I'm scared of who? You? Fuck naw
I let the shit blow, circle the block, before I duck off
I stay blunted, stay around pussy
Stay liquored up with the finest bitches
You niggas tricking
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
Guerrilla on mass beats
Leave your career in critical condition
Destroy niggas, my mission is to disposition
All you faggots
I ain't beefing with one nigga
There's room for all you niggas in this casket
Get in
All homo ass niggas, B
Niggas straight fucking homos nigga
When you see me in the streets nigga
You don't say shit
Niggas don't be doing shit
Whole bunch of niggas man
Loud noise makers, fuck ya'll
I stand ova niggas with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I stand ova niggas with a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I fuck ova niggas
Only give props
To them old 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 with me
Pray on the soul
On any nigga that collide with me
He bust first, I shot back
The moral is you die with me
See nigga I don't really give a fuck
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 fucking as many bitches as I'm fucking
Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG motherfucking homies backing you nigga
Fifth of all, fuck you
