InfraRED

[Verse 1 - The Game] Red Rose, white ceiling No body, no casket, just blood spillin’ I ain't 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 ain't 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 Ain't a street in my city that you ain't 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 nikes, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete Living the coca-leaf life I switch cars like superhead switch stars You know why, cause I’m a crook bitch Fuck ya book bitch I live life like ain't 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 [Hook - The Game] Me and my infra-red-red Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red All I need is my inferared-red So fuck the gun as long as its infrared-red [Verse 2 - The Game] 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 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 fuck the US government I be on some other shit 28 inch rims rubber shit Roll down the window fuck with this Roll up the endo, fuck 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] [Verse 3 - The Game] And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop Or hit ‘em up close, let ‘em know that I’m a fucking 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 lost, black hoody on Writing music like Mozart Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart Ain't 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] [Outro] Niggas know what the fuck 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