Out Of Control

Birmingham J

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    [verse 1: birmingham j]
    Life is a bitch, world full of crime
    Every single day, niggaz that's dyin'
    Gotta watch my back, nigga want crack
    My motherfuckin' skully leave ya layin' in a backpack
    So... nine millimeter is what i carry
    Birmingham j, but they call me dirty harry
    Niggaz gettin' dropped with some flips of a dime
    "heads up, hit the deck!" bullets started flyin'
    Now you in a coffin box, you a goner
    Six feet deep, cause your hood to you under
    When you on a mission, do it - do it right
    Cause if you caught slippin', you won't see no daylight
    Mind it you knowledge, put it all together
    Plan it out smooth, sneaky, and clever
    The feel of the trigger when your cap is gettin' peel
    Livin' in this world today, it's killed or get killed
    Gangsta

    [chorus: little kids + birmingham j]
    Woe-woe-woe-woe
    - man, these streets like out of control
    Woe-woe-woe-woe
    - don't wanna work and don't wanna vote
    Woe-woe-woe-woe
    - i wanna live like the videos
    Woe-woe-woe-woe
    - gettin' this money all i know

    [verse 2: birmingham j]
    Everybody watchin', everybody lookin'
    Heard me on the radio, now everybody wit' me
    Kim and william eason little brother, i'm j
    Used to be at william edom on the one-way
    Sackin' up blow... on the third flow
    Walkin' in the midnight, nuts full of snow
    Seen a whole lot growin' up as a youngster
    In the neighborhood shot-house, me and my sister
    Standin' on the corner, tuckin' my chain
    Drawin' my weapon if a nigga look strange
    I lost my baby, my life got hard
    The lord stayed with me, cause i kept him in my heart

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    [chorus]

    [verse 3: birmingham j]
    Money is the root... of all this evil
    People on the grind doin' thangs that's illegal
    Ridin' in the regal, lookin' for some reefa
    Shit is on my mind, man i'm tryin' to release 'em
    Bill after bill everyday, it's coming
    It's time to vote, democrat or republican
    Who can i trust? man i'm bout to blow
    I got me a woman, i don't need no hoe
    Business slow, man fuck bush
    He fuckin' up the world, it's the devil in the flesh
    A peanutbutter-top oldschool green caddy
    Pistol in the trunk if nigga try to play me
    Money kill niggaz, can't kill money
    Got his drawls in is ass, now a nigga actin' funny
    Sit back a peep the whole motherfuckin' picture
    Get yourself straight, then a nigga might fuck wit'cha

    [chorus]

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    Composición: Jamal Thomas

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