The Game

The Game - InfraR.E.D.

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[Verse 1:]

Red Rose, white cellar

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 motherfucker

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'm a 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

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


Me and my infra-red-red

Yeah that's right, my infra-red-red

All I need is my inferared-red

So fuck the gun as long as it's infrared-red

[Verse 2:]

Same colour as the big apple

It's for my New York niggas that's in the hood clappin'

I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem

Only chase money, never chase the stardom

Back to the law, that's 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

That's 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 over 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 fucked up with a mind state like

Don't get ya nigga fucked up, you know the crime rate up


I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red

Yeah that's right, the infra-red-red

All I need is the inferared-red

Fuck the gun as long as it's 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 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 long, black hoody on

Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts

Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like it's a go-kart

Ain't been crazy since I learned how to throw dart

Run up on his motherfucking 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 motherfuckin infra-red-red


Yeah that's right, the infra-red-red

All I need is the inferared-red

Fuck the gun as long as it's infrared-red


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

That's my family for life nigga's

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