Probation & Parole chords by Spitta

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Verse 1
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You know the streets been
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waitin' for this shit
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It's real nig ga music
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Niggas with ammunition
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My nigga Spiller
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Fresh outta jail
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It's been a long time comin'
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Real recognize real
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From the streets of B .R.
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To across the country
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This how we comin' with it
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Yeah, I don't make too many
songs for them hoes
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F 
I   do it for them niggas
Am 
on probation and parole
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I do it for them niggas on
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probation and   parole
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I do it for them niggas on
probation and parole
Am 
F 
Yeah, I   don't make too
many songs for them hoes
Am 
F 
I   do it for them niggas
Am 
on probation and parole
I do it for them niggas on
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A5 
probation and parole
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I do it for them niggas on
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probation and parole
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I don't make too many
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songs for them hoes,
I do it for them niggas on
probation and parole
Real stand -up guys,
blisters on they toes
Who don't leave the house
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without the pistol in they clothes
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F 
My first trap bitch name
was Crystal Everlow
Her momma used to let me
sell weed out her store
Niggas used to laugh
at the car my momma drove
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F 
So I went and got that ride,
they ain't tease me no more
Am 
A5 
The first time I got robbed
at the Office Depot
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My nigga just watch, Lee is  a hoe
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And the bitch that set me up,
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name was Peach, it's Nicole
When I catch her, I'ma beat her
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till she bleed from her nose
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And the girl I plan to marry
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look like a son of four
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Pockets all on her face,
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skin colored in the road
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Am 
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Call my hands if you want to,
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but I ain't finna roll
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I'ma turn you to a strip club
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Dm 
and   fill you up with hoes
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Am 
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I  don't make too
many songs for the hoes
Am 
F 
I   do it for them niggas on probation and
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parole
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A5 
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A5 
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Am 
God, fuck my P .O.
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I  tried to stop hustlin'
but I can't hold my nuts no more
Am 
I'm lettin' my shit go
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Yeah, my momma taught me
drugs was a jail move
But my plug ain't hit me with a
number I couldn't refuse
Plus, I'm a donk, yeah,
Am 
I was raised by the muse
Fuck a music video,
F 
Am 
I'm getting played by  the news
Now I'm in the parish
F 
Am 
and I'm rapping for zoos
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I'ma rip a nigga up,
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then I'ma laugh at the dude, yeah
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You feel played, bitch,
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you know what to do
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Cause I know how to fight
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just like I know how to shoot
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And them hollow tips loud,
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they don't know how to mute
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I'ma send you to the devil,
A 
you ain't rolling in Duke
Your last ride in a car,
you getting drove in a suit