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Correct Parole (Liberty City Invasion) Lyrics
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Correct Parole (Liberty City Invasion)
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[Intro:] Yeeaahhh nigga what? You made parole. What? Pack your stuff Da fuck? And get the fuck outta here Aye yo man it's bout mothafuckin time man. Aye yo G. Aye yo G son I got my Papers man! I'm out of this mothafucka!) [Verse:] I'm outta jail and I'm never goin' back again. Never sellin' heroin, never sellin' crack again Don't work for the government, coke packagin' Don't fire indiscriminate with the mac again My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican Second chance, fate based, *two faced, samaritins Every time we come back, they keep on cashin' in Prison labor, third world sweat shop comparisons Till we kidnapped the whole fuckin garrison Yeah, poverty makes people wreckless things, But corruptions do worse to their bling Prisons are more over crowded than the rap game They saw your more likely to go to jail with a black name Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics are fuck chronics Little niggers is hooked on chronic, nigga But if you stage with the D. E. A. As your hype man, Don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man We transform gangs and criminal enterprises Using O-G's as advisers, before they send us to war, after the divide us But I wont let them use us like Teddy Roosevelt's ruff riders My movements like a jujitsu kada, so fuck my alma mater (Calls some one on the phone) [Verse 2:] I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home again Family wrapped around me, so I never be cold again Never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again Prison ain't the place that you find your right of passage in, It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin, Niggas sellin' niggas out for two or three Benjamins But now I'm free, hit the block eating Entenmann's Beni-Hana in and out, flow for me to enter in Newspapers pencillin', trying to pay the rent again excon job interveiw Nobody answerin feeling violent from the frustratrationi got pent up in But now trying to go back to the place I was sent up in Turn my whole life around, fuck the etablishment Listenin to hip hop like where the fuck the talent went? How the fuck dod you replace lyrics with your swaggerin' I'ma fix that rythmin em with the magnum I roll up in a caravan, full of north africans My squad got more soldier niggas than the saracens Cos just watch when the terrorists attack again Their reactions gonna be draft is and send us back again [Verse 3:] I'm on parole, and I'll never be on crack again, Fuck this palce baby, I'm comin' home again Family wrapped their arms around me, so I never be cold again Never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again Prison ain't the place that you find your right of passage in, It's slavery with nasty food for your abdomen Midle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin.
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