Young Buck - Off Parole lyrics

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