When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on me, Lord have mercy on them
Mass of crowds don't know me, wanna control me
I come from the gutta boy, please hold me
Murderous thoughts, burdens I copped reign upon me
I came broke in the game, numbers stay the same
When fans turn into haters and haters to fans
Sike, critically acclaimed way 'fore I stepped into fame
I'm a beast in the world of the man, check my mane.
I came from the ghetto, man I'm still in the hood
I got dreams, I got nightmares ,haters wanna fight me
Rats wanna bite me, snakes wanna strike me
What I do if I ever ever wanna hype me
Oh well, I'd like the industry to like me
Record labels fightin' over who is gonna sign me
Cloud9, man. You see? This is the hype man
Wake up man! 9 to 5 knock on the clock, man. Damn
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Remember when we started haters acted like they liked us
If they had some balls they would be ready to fight us
Strike us, now they sing a different tune
They see the records we move, yea we back on the groove
Hurricane told me to pay 'em no mind, I'm on the grind
The work we put in now comes back in due time
I'm out of my mind, trynna write lines
That strike a chord in these f*ckers that try to get mines
The life and the stress, shit the strife and the mess
I pour it in every line of every beat that I bless
I say it straight from my chest, I want the top nothing less
Ain't got no one to impress, just check this mate on this chess
Aiming straight for stardom
Haters falling, leaves in autumn
Ain't got time no Audemars
We strike gold like Eldorado
Chase the paper, that's the motto
Kiss the ring or semi-auto
We got it locked man I feel like we hit the lotto
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
The Hurricane - Control Lyrics
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When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on me, Lord have mercy on them
Mass of crowds don't know me, wanna control me
I come from the gutta boy, please hold me
Murderous thoughts, burdens I copped reign upon me
I came broke in the game, numbers stay the same
When fans turn into haters and haters to fans
Sike, critically acclaimed way 'fore I stepped into fame
I'm a beast in the world of the man, check my mane.
I came from the ghetto, man I'm still in the hood
I got dreams, I got nightmares ,haters wanna fight me
Rats wanna bite me, snakes wanna strike me
What I do if I ever ever wanna hype me
Oh well, I'd like the industry to like me
Record labels fightin' over who is gonna sign me
Cloud9, man. You see? This is the hype man
Wake up man! 9 to 5 knock on the clock, man. Damn
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Remember when we started haters acted like they liked us
If they had some balls they would be ready to fight us
Strike us, now they sing a different tune
They see the records we move, yea we back on the groove
Hurricane told me to pay 'em no mind, I'm on the grind
The work we put in now comes back in due time
I'm out of my mind, trynna write lines
That strike a chord in these f*ckers that try to get mines
The life and the stress, shit the strife and the mess
I pour it in every line of every beat that I bless
I say it straight from my chest, I want the top nothing less
Ain't got no one to impress, just check this mate on this chess
Aiming straight for stardom
Haters falling, leaves in autumn
Ain't got time no Audemars
We strike gold like Eldorado
Chase the paper, that's the motto
Kiss the ring or semi-auto
We got it locked man I feel like we hit the lotto
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on me, Lord have mercy on them
Mass of crowds don't know me, wanna control me
I come from the gutta boy, please hold me
Murderous thoughts, burdens I copped reign upon me
I came broke in the game, numbers stay the same
When fans turn into haters and haters to fans
Sike, critically acclaimed way 'fore I stepped into fame
I'm a beast in the world of the man, check my mane.
I came from the ghetto, man I'm still in the hood
I got dreams, I got nightmares ,haters wanna fight me
Rats wanna bite me, snakes wanna strike me
What I do if I ever ever wanna hype me
Oh well, I'd like the industry to like me
Record labels fightin' over who is gonna sign me
Cloud9, man. You see? This is the hype man
Wake up man! 9 to 5 knock on the clock, man. Damn
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Remember when we started haters acted like they liked us
If they had some balls they would be ready to fight us
Strike us, now they sing a different tune
They see the records we move, yea we back on the groove
Hurricane told me to pay 'em no mind, I'm on the grind
The work we put in now comes back in due time
I'm out of my mind, trynna write lines
That strike a chord in these f*ckers that try to get mines
The life and the stress, shit the strife and the mess
I pour it in every line of every beat that I bless
I say it straight from my chest, I want the top nothing less
Ain't got no one to impress, just check this mate on this chess
Aiming straight for stardom
Haters falling, leaves in autumn
Ain't got time no Audemars
We strike gold like Eldorado
Chase the paper, that's the motto
Kiss the ring or semi-auto
We got it locked man I feel like we hit the lotto
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol
Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control
I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole
My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul
Writer: Hurricane, Cloud9foreal, Edison Pepa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Hurricane
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Hurricane, Cloud9foreal, Edison Pepa