Control Response - Lil B

Niggas want war and they cock and they aiming

Last summer I spent a year with my stainless

Niggas get baseball dug out

Coming for the bricks, and somebody’s got drugs out

Killed the wrong person, suppose to be the drug house

You was a drug lord, I want to get the plug route

I’m tired of being sick and tired

I want a little health

Niggas watch me, when I’m finna die

Help me, don’t record me on the phone

Put the gun in your mouth and I’ll make you gorgeous

You got money so niggas dropping charges

Niggas get pressed up and niggas get extorted

I was paying debts and I was getting beat up

Bitch, until I kicked my feet up

Now I make niggas hold the choppas

I make bitches suck dick

And I hold snitches hostage

Lil B

(Hook)

Yes

(Verse 2: Lil B)

I light up the jail, I own it

I’m finna buy stock in it

Fuck it, you niggas getting betted on

You better sit

I see metta, metta the world so strong

My niggas putting dope in the back

The clerk knows my voice, could clear every case for me

When you got money, you got it lined up

I’m talking pre-school rind up

With that coke in the iron

I was selling off dope in the iron

I was bagging up zips like fire

I’m in deep, I’m the con-man

I was lining up, K-Mart

Niggas know I got heart

You feel me?

The propaganda hate black, my niggas too smart

I put peoples through hell, put him in the dark

Niggas snitched on 'em

Man, them niggas wasn’t smart

And I dropped 'em in the dark, nigga

(Hook)

You know what I’m saying?

It’s only one way in and one way out in this game 05

fuck 'em