as the weak. They control your head and the path you tread. They control your head until you're fucking dead. They control your head and the path you tread. they control
in struggle. He had a sister cute as fuck that liked this older cat. That had control over the hood, but never sold a pack. The family needing money, asking him
his back Lookin' through the cracks in the sky sunsets And all drowns in twilight The desert stretches on for one more day The girl pleads to him don
I never would see the sun.. If you don't get outta here I'm gonna kill someone I think he's been in your room For way too damn long I want him outta
ain't troopin' with Huey Newton, Fuck his people and when it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the
hation 'Cause we gets respect all over the nation Still in this to win this, so you can pretend this Beat this like my dick in yo' mouth until I'm finished
, Aftermath There she goes shakin' that *** on the floor Bumpin' and grindin' that pole The way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losin' control
she goes, shaking that ass on the floor, bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole, I think I'm loosing control Get buzzed, get drunk
I dipped out And oh, my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little *** outta control
prayer holdin' hands And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control
business If you ready for a grown man B I'm about my grown man business You tell me you like him, 'cause he's young but wild So you can't control him
man Gutter I'ma get him And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka Pressure down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got nowhere to go
the mirror say my name five times Turn out the lights then I done crooked nine live Don't get scared now nigga finish it 'cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control
image of that 70's era He's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways
you only know Bizzy, you don't know Bryon/ You think that my heart is too soft to see you cryin' pitiful/ And, don't get mad; You fuck him for strictly
things got out of control The moral of this date rape story is It does not pay to be drunk and horny But that's the way it had to be They locked him
, than him you know Bustin all bustaz, killin all killers Tacklin mc's like a pittsburgh steeler I'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold The supreme king tee, I've got things in control
get him off me God chirst on me devil will never cross me. (lil wayne)Chorus: You've Been Hiding, Never Letting It Show,Got the haters under control.
