Young Buck
Young Buck - Off Parole songtekst
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Haha... Hey yo yayo Ayo you off parole now nigga Let's go Haha Ayo man these niggaz mustve forgot man Nigga we run these streets nigga G UNIT We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers And it's the motherfuckin thanks we get I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Banks shit Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool Wheres the rules, my little girl watchin' the tube and she don't need to see another nigga kissin a dude BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door Lord, don't let this industry injure me I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn twenty-three Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free So all you rap niggas better get used to me Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be G U N I T Holla back You started, I fell off, my album did seven hundred So fuck with five fifty, I'm in a six hundred Level four vest got the fifty on me And if I ever go broke I spend Fiftys money Nigga fresh off tour, from Sweden to Germany Chill on my dick so these hoes ain't burnin' me Bentley flyin' spur, interior burgandy Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells And I'm tryna make a half a mill, off of twelve-twelves My little mouse gun hold twelve shells And if we get locked up, we postin twelve bails Antiques, gucci sneaks, they cost twelve bills For my next two albums I need twelve mills I'm the MVP, the most valuable playa I'm in your mp3 playa So hate nigga