Capone-n-noreaga F- Havoc Tradegy Khadafi Parole Violaters Lyrics

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

 

 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!