Infrared

The Game

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    [verse 1]
    Red rose, white cellar
    No body, no casket, just blood spillin'
    I aint 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 aint 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
    Aint a street in my city that you aint 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 knights, white range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
    Living the ?
    I switch cars like superhead switch stars
    You know why, cause i'm a crook bitch
    F-ck ya book bitch
    I live life like aint 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]
    Me and my infra-red-red
    Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red
    All i need is my inferared-red
    So f-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

    [verse 2]
    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 f-ck the us government
    I be on some over shit
    28 inch rims rubber shit
    Roll down the window f-ck with this
    Roll up the endo, f-ck 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

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    [hook]
    I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red
    Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
    All i need is the inferared-red
    F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

    [verse 3]
    And i can pop a nigga from a rooftop
    Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that i'm a f-cking 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 long, black hoody on
    Writin' music like mozart, denzel, john travolta, i play both parts
    Drive this raggedy ass bentely like its a go-kart
    Aint 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]
    Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
    All i need is the inferared-red
    F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

    [outro]
    Niggas know what the f-ck 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 niggas

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Johnny Jacoby (Gb 1), Lyon Andre Christopher, Marcello Valenzano, Eddie Montilla y The Game

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