Parole Violaters Lyrics by Capone -n- Noreaga

Parole Violaters Lyrics

    Chorus: havoc

    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.

    [noreaga]
    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
    €˜cause 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
    <?, little ?, he up in ?>
    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

    [havoc] chorus

    [tradegy khadafi]
    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 ‘head 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 [raping her - backwards masked]
    Camcorder, you won't miss it ‘cause 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!

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