I'm firmly put face to face Blood and bone I'm not alone bare my heart bear my soul Battle's here the battle's clear Overthrow all control Overthrow all control
, my mama love me but found a new man Took all that she should take, five years I'm still praying Damn it's out of hand, balling out of control I love
tiro a las novias A las casadas, y a las chillas Voy a cien millas sin control Ahora voy a brillar mas que el Armor-All Con el autoestima bien alta Porque
(feat. Wiz Khalifa) Ayo I'm livin the high life! Fly clothes good liquor good weed Fine hoes all the things I'm a need We make these ladies pants wet
'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all
the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause
[Intro] "Ladies and gentlemen" [scratching: Vinnie Paz] "Y'all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases
m a go and get that fast, Roll yo hips to tha beat, girl slide yo ass up and down that pole, The way you doin that dance make a pimp like me lose control
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators In the wind, breakin all big ? Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers Money trees
Got a taste of this... taller than all of your trees She'll pin me down to my seat ... rolling it to the beat I had to come and take full control And
leave her Without pith or feel And leave her be Leave her be For he controls what there?ll be He makes his face known to none For if he is seen Then all will And all
after dark (shadows after dark), yeah-eh! So, my friend, I wish that you could see, Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free, yeah! (free)
be Together... [Boogy Nikke] ...Together we stand Together we fall, ya'll I never turn my back on y'all I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya
[Bizzy] Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die You can see what's deep
plants I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still they in the cut like runnin the coal And still we must bring the ruckus to all
head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't
she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole I think I'm losing control [Verse 1 - Eminem] Get