Aww yeah
I'm bout to get busy posse deep style
Nabedie, you know what?
I'm just rap shop something like this
Check it out
Total Control
At first it's just a dream
Cause Mr. Manager's making you seem sorta inferior
Like you're a flop without him
Young plus dumb equals your pockets getting trimmed
Living in poverty so you never had a dime
A dollar is a fortune
And fifty cents is even big time
Cause yo you don't know what you're getting paid
Your pay is coming through the manager that you're afraid
To ask a question
You take what he gives
Satisfied with it cause remember you're just kids
My father wants a copy of the contract, why?
Don't you trust me and if you don't then bye
So nothing is said through the whole damn ride
Time after time telling your dad a bunch of lies
He forgot the contract again, pop's pissed
Cause meanwhile it was like a fifty page breach list
It only takes ten to set it straight
The other fourty's there to throw you off
Because he knows you can't wait to sign
He's juicing and you stuck it
Skip the fourty pages cause my signature don't smudge it
Life in the spotlight
Quite hot, got tight
Get a funny feeling Mr. Manager ain't right
You have to realize you're being taken for a stroll
When you ride the road
Far from total control
Breaking your back performing and recording hits
Credit is due
And said it's getting what you're supposed to get
And you let it slip cause you're getting paid long dough
So you're calling but it was wrong though
To keep you satisfied is his aim
Happy with the picture but you went through the picture and the frame
You don't sweat it cause you're thinking it's his cut
His or what he cut off of yours
Now that's what
But time goes on
You learn while the clock turns
Here's what I want
Give me the dough that I earned
Now it's time to step up and press him about the money
A smirk and a grin, huh what you find something funny?
Hahaha yeah it's been going on for a year
Before I shed a tear I'll make you bleed while I cheer
Hip hip hooray
Shoot at your feet and make you dance
One thing you don't do is play with a Harlem boy's chance
Total Control
Yeah, you wanna play with a Harlem boy's chance?
You wanna play with a Harlem boy's chance?
Total Control
Harlem boy's chance is like his dad's chance getting out of the ghetto
Kick it for me little brother
First impulse
Get the TEC-9 and light him up like a Christmas tree
But then you'll be in a teeny tight cell you see
So you're playing calm and cool
Every dog has his day
What goes around moves
Since he's motivated that means it's coming back around
Then it's your turn to throw the duck in a dog pound
Let him have it
Rip him to shreds
Oops you're gone
Shiny bald head turned red
Example
Remember the machine that could sample
You said you would get for me but you never had a chance to
Or was it because I wasn't making enough money
Oh it can pass it can pass like a dummy
I know I was working so somebody's getting the ends
They ain't in my pocket so yo they gotta be in his
Get the machete and cut it out like this
Leave him with ripped jeans and six less friends
Yeah yeah yeah
Tell em bout it little brother
This goes out to the brothers and sisters out there
Who's trying to get somewhere
But you have no control
You got to have total control brothers and sisters
Total Control
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