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letra de fuck parole pt. 1 - dungeon masta

[intro: dungeon masta]
yeah, what, ya’ll m-th-f-ckas don’t f-cked up
knawimean? i’m out of jail, now, i ain’t going back
give it back to me in a blunt, nahimean? f-ck that, what, what, f-ck parole

[chorus 2x: dungeon masta]
i’mma follow ya -ss to ya crib (f-ck parole)
and show all my n-ggas where you live (f-ck parole)
should i let you live, should i let you die, (yo)
(should i let you live, should i let you die (f-ck parole))

[dungeon masta]
you know i don’t f-cking like you, and i try to be nice
even gave you little compliments, just to break the ice
you want to throw the cuffs on me, try to take me away from living up
in the laps of luxury, throw away that thug in me
f-ck the curse, and await the program, got me going to
i’mma give birth to ya baby, f-ck that little sh-t too
you wanna call me the antogizer, got ya -ss under pressure
wanna go and get ya supervisor, stupid -ss 85’er
i’m looking at your calender, i’m about to make two
my career’s about to blow, but you wanted to be through
if it wasn’t for this music sh-t, i’d be on some
drug-dealing, stick-a-n-gga-up sh-t, on the run, wanting to bust my gun, sh-t
f-ck a nine to five, this is ’99
i’m about to make a lethal k!lling, you about to die

[chorus 2x]
[dungeon masta]
so what, so what you took my p-ss, i told it was dirty
half these n-ggas told you that dungeon was 7:30
up in the morning, just so i can see you early
i have you walking through these gates which is known as pearly
how dare you, want me to respect, you ain’t worthy
you see me every week, b-tch, f-ck around make a n-gga
want to dig a ditch, b-tch, i only want to be rich
no trouble, you lucky and suppose he came and take my double
you want to violate me, it’ll be ya daughter i’mma slaughter
and if you have a son, i guarantee he won’t make one

[chorus 2x]
[dungeon masta]
what’s this? silver bracelets on my wrist
you mad cuz i gave you a dirty p-ss, i told you this
in the second verse, you treating me like i’m a curse to society
i see the way your supervisor’s eyeing me
you know by locking me down, doesn’t scare me
buck you down, when they bury me
on the contrary, you praying that i won’t spit at you
you wanna check my pockets for razors, i carry toast when i come home
you be the first pig i roast, my parolees, do you feel me?
ain’t got no love for them birds, i’m the type of n-gga
that wait for you at your job and blow up your car up at the curb
when you leaving my building, beware of the n-gga in camouflage
any number that you like to owe, be the head n-gga in charge

[chorus to fade]

- dungeon masta

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