Artist: Birmingham J Album: Da Neighborhood Superstar Song: Out of Control Typed by: deron106@yahoo.com [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 [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]