Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parole Violators, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Date of issue: 16.06.1997
Song language: English
Parole Violators |
| Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son |
| Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son |
| We can make it happen if we want to |
| Jakes’ll get that ass quick if they really want you. |
| Capone, you stay on street, and keep the cipher complete |
| 2 5 circle, caught you snitching now we hurt you |
| Fake Scarface, coming out your mouth all loose |
| He think he thugging it, ice mugging it |
| âCause he drugging it |
| My rap loop, I still shoot |
| Ask Iraq (Lefrak), you better bust back, |
| Keep it like that |
| Real fact — my life revolve around gat |
| The heat is god |
| Guard me, like bodyguard |
| TNT, ESPN, CNN |
| We each bring 10, stick em up and break wind |
| Pumps he rule, run through, yo god — you |
| I got God-U, for him and you |
| Greg Tate (asshole), leave his mouth taped |
| Eliminate, news on BET, got pictures of me |
| Killer ki, the F.B.I. |
| scanned the blocks |
| Use photography, want me and my team out the country (stay low) |
| Kilargo, shipped the cargo, back to Vehardo |
| In P.R., kid I came home on my C R, |
| Crisis, 2−5-to, we rock ices, |
| Castro castrate, put the bogie out in his face |
| Leave him scraped, you fake nigga move fake |
| In Lefrak we regulate… what, what, what, buck-buck, what |
| Khadafi L-I-C, that ol' fly shit |
| Coming from the Bridge, Kuwait, do or die shit |
| Jose Luis and Iraq recognize it, |
| You get laced before the jakes realize it |
| Guerrilla form all in your dorm |
| Don’t be surprised, kid, |
| Weak trick — go âhead and snitch like your man did |
| War Report, cut ya life short |
| Babe Ruth niggas ain’t ready for blood sport |
| Yo we masked up, pointing the heat |
| Duct taping her, gag her mouth so she can’t scream |
| Start Camcorder, you won’t miss it âcause we taping her… |
| Fed Ex, you got the tape next day in the mail |
| Now you organize your team with gats, ready to bail |
| But you 180, my reactions 360 |
| You ass-betting, know where I’ll be |
| So come get me |
| Khadafi, gun-play |
| Artie Clay, use illegal aid |
| Tryin to go to trial with the DA |
| What! |