Invisible Felon lyrics

by

Diddy


(Verse 1)
n*gga 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*ggas, 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*gga disagree
Run up on the passenger side
And put a spark to him
Phony ass rap n*ggas
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*ggas think you scare me?
n*gga 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*ggas 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 pus*y
Stay liquored up wit the finest b*tches
You n*ggas 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 mass beats
Leave your career in critical condition
Destroy n*ggas, my mission is to disposition
All you faggots
I ain't beefin with one n*gga
Theres room for all you n*ggas in this casket
Get in
(Talking)
All homo ass n*ggas, B
n*ggas straight f**kin homos n*gga
When you see me in the streets n*gga
You dont say sh*t
n*ggas dont be doin sh*t
Whole bunch of n*ggas man
Loud noise makers, f**k yall

(Verse 3)
I stand ova n*ggas wit a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I stand ova n*ggas wit a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I f**k ova n*ggas
Only give props
To them olda n*ggas
Snoop, Cube, Rakim, KRS
The coldest n*ggas
Can't forget nasty Nas
And that Hova n*gga
Disrespectful tongue ? yet it still i owe them n*ggas
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*gga that collide wit me
He bust first, I shot back
The moral is you die wit me
(Talking)
See n*gga I don't really give a f**k
About all this G-unit talk and all these punk ass records n*gga
First of all you don't sell records n*gga
Second of all n*gga 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*gga
Fifth of all, f**k you
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