Testi:
Tribe After Tribe Out Of Control

lord it's all outta control... i see your highways highway killer i see your black man klu klux lynching i see your sidewalks drive by shooter oh lord oh no... it's outta control

whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out over henny and patron Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone It's bottle after

From out of the Tripple darkness a baby girl into the darkness of the Devil world I was born prematurely the doctor said i wasn't gonna live for surely Allah controls

weak to speak Neighbors and strangers are dying beside you Their decaying bodies you're tied to Cling tight to your fight for survival Wonder if your tribe

(feat. Pizzo) [C-Bo] It's 1994, gang-bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal

gonna talk about Buddy on this plate But before we let the herd out the gate Make sure the levels are straight out the jungle (The Jungle, the Jungle,

like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five

when we reach the top, don't stop risin And I'll keep comin up with more of the most requested songs that you all love Reach out and touch the mic, take control

t be rude She said ?I can respect that, but I don't expect that Looked like you was tryin somthin so I had to check that? I told her ?Don't trip though