Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now?
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that *** , scrapin dippin on three
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright
There they wait in fear with swords in feeble hands
With dreams to be a king, first one should be a man
I call about and charge them all with a life that is a lie
And in their final hour they shall confess before they die