Total Control chords by Guy

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Am
C
G
Gsus4

Verse 1
Am 
C 
Oh yeah, I'm about to get
busy posse deep style.
Nibedia, you know what?
I'm just retch off something like this,
check it out.
Total control, at first it's just a dream.
Cause Mr. Manager's
making you seem sort of inferior.
Like you're a flop without him.
Am 
C 
Young plus dumb
equals your pockets getting trimmed.
Living in poverty
G 
so you never had a dime.
C 
A dollar is a fortune
and 50 cent is even big time.
Cause you don't know
what you're getting paid
Your pay is coming through the
manager that you're afraid
To ask a question,
you take what he gives
Am 
C 
Satisfied with it
cause remember you're just ditched
My father wants a copy of the contract,
why?
Don't you trust me?
And if you don't then why?
So nothing is said,
through the whole damn ride
Am 
C 
Time after time telling
your dad a bunch of lies
He forgot the contract again,
pops pissed
Am 
C 
Cause meanwhile it was
like a 50 page breach list
It only takes 10 to set it straight
The other 40 dare to throw you off
Because he knows you can't
wait to sign
Am 
He's juicin' and you suckin',
C 
skip the 40 pages
It's my signature, don't smudge it
Life in the spotlight, quite hot, got tight
Get a funny feelin',
Mr. Manager ain't right
You have to realize
you're bein' taken for a stroll
And you ride the road,
far from total control
Breakin' your back,
performin' and recordin' hits
Creditors do, and say that you ain't
what you're supposed to get
And you let it slip,
cause you're gettin' paid long dough
So you callin', but it was wrong dough
To keep you satisfied is his aim
Happy with the picture,
but you went through the
picture in a frame
You don't sweat it,
cause you thinkin' this hit's cut
Here's the way they cut up for yours,
now that's what
But time goes on,
you learn while the clock turns
Am 
Here's what I want,
C 
give me the dough that I earned
Now it's time to step up
and press them above the money
A smirk and a grin, ho,
won't you find something funny?
Am 
C 
Ha  ha ha, yeah,
it's been going on for a year
Before I share the tea,
I'll make you bleed while I chill
Hip hip hooray, shoot at your feet
and make you dance
One thing get them do
is play with a Harlem Boy Chance
Talk control, yeah,
you wanna play with a Harlem Boy Chance
You wanna play with a Harlem
Boy Chance
Harlem Boy Chance,
Am 
it's like these last chance
Getting out of the ghetto,
C 
I'ma kick it for him, little brother
First impulse, get the tec -9
and light him up like a Christmas tree
But then you be in a tinny tight cell,
you see?
So you play it calm and cool,
every dog has his day
What goes around, moves,
says it's motivated
That means it's coming back around
Then it's your turn
to throw the duck in a dog pound
Let him have it, rip him to shreds
Groups are gone,
shiny bald head turned red
Example, remember the machine
that could sample?
You said you would get from me,
but you never had a chance to
Or was it because I wasn't
making enough money?
Oh, it can pass, it can pass like a dummy
I know I was workin'
Am 
so somebody's gettin' the ends
C 
There ain't no more pockets,
so yo, they gotta be in tens
G 
C 
Get the machete and cut it out like kids
Leave em' with ripped jeans
Am 
and six less friends
C 
Am 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talk about a big brother
C 
This goes out to the brothers
and sisters out there
Who's tryin' to get somewhere,
Am 
but you have no control
C 
You got to have total control,
brothers and sisters
Total control
Am 
C 
Total control
Gsus4 
C 
Total control
Am 
Yeah, total control
C 
Am 
My friend, it's rock n'