Young Buck - Off Parole Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

[Intro: Young Buck]
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

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
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