Dungeon Masta - f** Parole Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro: Dungeon Masta] Yeah, what, ya'll muthaf**as don't f**ed up Knawimean? I'm out of jail, now, I ain't going back Give it back to me in a blunt, nahimean? f** that, what, what, f** parole [Chorus 2X: Dungeon Masta] I'mma follow ya a** to ya crib (f** parole) And show all my n***as where you live (f** parole) Should I let you live, should I let you die, (yo) (Should I let you live, should I let you die (f** parole)) [Dungeon Masta] You know I don't f**ing 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** the curse, and await the program, got me going to I'mma give birth to ya baby, f** that little sh** too You wanna call me the antogizer, got ya a** under pressure Wanna go and get ya supervisor, stupid a** 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**, I'd be on some Drug-dealing, stick-a-n***a-up sh**, on the run, wanting to bust my gun, sh** f** a nine to five, this is '99 I'm about to make a lethal k**ing, you about to die [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] So what, so what you took my piss, I told it was dirty Half these n***as 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**h, f** around make a n***a Want to dig a ditch, b**h, 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 piss, 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***a 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***a in camouflage Any number that you like to owe, be the head n***a in charge [Chorus to fade]