Control Us

[Intro: MO3] (Hood with another one) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah [Chorus: MO3] Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me Can't sell a thing around here, nigga, if you owe me Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us The streets, they can't control us [Verse 1: Numbaa 7] Ain't no controllin' no nigga like me When I jumped in the streets, I was steppin' for free Got a Glock with a fifty, I'm waitin' for beef 'Fore I let 'em come take me, I put 'em to sleep This the life that I chose when I dropped out of school I was breaking the rules and I'm playing for keeps If I can't buy it, I take it for free And I dare one of these niggas comе take it from me Therе go seven, B made eleven Niggas be jealous, niggas be tellin' You got a weapon, ain't no tellin' (I don't know) Bitch, it's a blessing when I'm in your presence I got a fetish for gettin' this fetty I got 'em ready, they like how I'm steppin' Bitch, these Balencis, these ain't no Giuseppes So watch where you steppin' (On gang) [Chorus: MO3] Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me Can't sell a thing around here, nigga, if you owe me Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us The streets, they can't control us [Post-Chorus: MO3] They can't control us They can't tame us or tame us Even though we made it, bitch, they still blame us Remain the same, that's on my gang, no, we won't change up No, we won't change up, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah [Verse 2: MTM Don Don] My glizzy a freak, like to fuck shit When I squeeze it, the bitch better come quick Give my hitter one call, then he'll come quick And my young niggas be on that dumb shit And I run his ass down with this drumstick And I heard your bitch ass tryna run, bitch My shooter gon' catch like a punt, bitch MC Hammer, won't let a bitch touch this I'm shootin' for me I got them killers, they steppin' for me and they on the roof for me They slide with that glizzy, they slide with the fifty, you know they gon' troop for me You think that I'm lyin', everything I spit, you know is the truth for me This ain't what it used to be, yeah, huh Damn near be drippin' and dabbin' Rockin' Givenchy my fashion Giuseppe steppin' with a passion Baby, I'm not with the cappin', ayy That little nigga, he actin' Baby girl, no, I'm not average In love with the money, I'm married I'm tryna toss a lil' salad [Chorus: MO3] Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me Can't sell a thing around here, nigga, if you owe me Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us The streets, they can't control us [Post-Chorus: MO3] They can't control us They can't tame us or tame us Even though we made it, bitch, they still blame us Remain the same, that's on my gang, no, we won't change up No, we won't change up, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah