Lyrics:
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club
You can be my shadow
Every move that I make
All we need is one take
Girl you got me under control
Tell me what you wanna do
Maybe get your number boo
the slim hope that they won't,
She hides the copy of Bliss inside the books under her arm and makes her way back home.
She opens the door to find her mum
no such things as no strings attached
These days you're already under control when you're hatched
Hypodermically injected into a sperm or an egg
Well
humble
Simon Biles with the bag it flip it and it tumble
So much weight I got to push it or it's gone hold me under
I got gravity on the grams how much
I'm from the Lou they crash out for
No reason
Watch where you step or get caught By a demon
Step through a thick cloud of smoke
So you see me
I make
NORE, we like Fox and Jig, Lil Kim and Big
Whitny and Bobby, the police and Rodny
It's only Coke sails that make
Niggas try to rob me
So much ice,
enough.
Give me the mic I ain’t stuttering cuz me against you is like crushing a slug.
I Ain’t got stuff for the clubs but when I touch mic then something
yeah I drove off the road. Under the influence, I'm out of control. Girl, you're driving me so crazy.
Okay Darryl saw Carrol at a party, but was
force
imma take it by force
imma take it by force force force
imma take it by force
why you tryin to coach me lwandamina
you under me now
ami
spokes
They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet,
Just defeated another demon
Put a tally by my name
They try to take control
And make me go insane
Just defeated another demon
One more soul that I
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
created by your parents
But some of you actually know you're under mind control
What you're wrong about is who's controlling you
All they had to do was tell
were created by your parents
But some of you actually know you're under mind control
What you're wrong about is who's controlling you
All they had to do
under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin'
kids starved
Mumbling bars
We're numb to the numbers
Of people sleeping under the stars
Can't argue that the lump isn't large now
Greed is
Verse 1
No peace for the thugs
Heard the streets need love
But the beef
Don't cease wit the young niggas
Can't sneak in the club
But he keep
The love I got for bro, this ain't that same kinda love
Ballin' outta control, condemn near by the club
All of the money on the globe but still can't buy
the system, in my comic strip club
A garden of thought and art
Givin' flavor with humor, guess I got a green thumb
You can hone all of your skills but you'll
hearin' voices
I took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing
I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function
I need an intervention, I need
mental
So now I'm under the nameless control
I neither like nor oppose
As I just drift I float in its control
Waiting for the night the reaper comes
goin' in and
Bail bondsman and the lawyer retarded gon'
Getchu lost a hundred racks
Jacked by the plug they goin' in it
This one goes out to my niggas in
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