ฟังเพลงInfared

Infared - Game/DJ Infamous Haze

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 muthaf**ker

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 sh*t at every strip club in Atlanta

Peace to my ni**a 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 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 b**ch

F**k ya book b**ch

I live life like ain't no money on my books b**ch

I write the 16 you sing on the hook b**ch

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 f**k the gun as long as its infrared-red

Same colour as the big apple

Its 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 ni**a'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 b**ches pitching underhanded

It's like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter

I keep it hood never put money in parking meters

Like the f**k the US government

I be on some over sh*t

28 inch rims rubber sh*t

Roll down the window f**k with this

Roll up the endo f**k with this

Get it backward yeah my sh*t that good

No more medical w**d back to chronic

No more Belvedere Grey Goose and tonic

Keep a ni**a f**ked up with a mind state like

Don't get ya ni**a f**ked up you know the crime rate up

I hit a ni**a with the infra-red-red

Yeah that's right the infra-red-red

All I need is the inferared-red

F**k the gun as long as its infrared-red

And I can pop a ni**a from a rooftop

Or hit em up close let em know that I'm a f**king 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 a** Bentely like its a go-kart

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

Run up on his muthaf**king 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**kin infra-red-red

Yeah that's right the infra-red-red

All I need is the inferared-red

F**k the gun as long as its infrared-red

Niggas know what the f**k it is everytime we do this sh*t

We do this sh*t right ni**a

Yeah shout out to Redman for no reason at all

Cool n Dre them my niggas my brothers

That's my family for life ni**a's

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

We do this sh*t right ni**a

Niggas know what the f**k it

Yeah