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Money & Power

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  • (Verse 1)
    Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double
    Triple, quadruple, it's crucial out here
    Business as usual, we'll shoot you
    Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
    The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
    One ***** breakin down chickens another ***** whippin raw
    One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores
    We gettin more, paper, feds ain't seen no *******t like this before
    They wanna hit us all and give us all double life
    But ***** em, we ride Benz's wit bubble lights and hustle white
    And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes
    Any ***** mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right
    My dude did ten in the pen and didn't snitch
    So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again
    Tossed the keys to a Benz, it's yo *******t, he was a made man
    Part of a mafia organization who got
    (Hook)
    Money and the power, money and the power
    I'm mobbin wit my *****z I got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    No *****z ever cross us we got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    A organization of bosses wit money and the power
    (Verse 2)
    Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it
    Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it
    Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it
    Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it
    And if you got a plan then run wit it, my *****z done did it
    From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted
    And kick it wit atleast a hundred *****es
    Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
    My *****z get it straight from Guala Mala
    Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers
    We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas
    Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas
    Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna
    Help me sew up each and every corner
    My workers sold *****, my other workers sold boy
    I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy
    (Hook)
    (Verse 3)
    Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it
    I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, *****ed
    The cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it
    We plot strategic, pop and leave a ***** paraplegic
    Send yo Chris**as carols to Jesus
    We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt
    The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces
    Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even
    That means we all eatin, we call meetings
    Greetings wit bosses, any losses *****z catch a hard beating
    The mob meetings at the four seasons
    Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N.Y, Detroit and Cleveland
    And have them East Coast boys grieving
    They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming
    The blast the glock at cowards, drop like the towers
    Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power
    (Hook)
  • (Verse 1)
    Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double
    Triple, quadruple, it's crucial out here
    Business as usual, we'll shoot you
    Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
    The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
    One ***** breakin down chickens another ***** whippin raw
    One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores
    We gettin more, paper, feds ain't seen no *******t like this before
    They wanna hit us all and give us all double life
    But ***** em, we ride Benz's wit bubble lights and hustle white
    And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes
    Any ***** mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right
    My dude did ten in the pen and didn't snitch
    So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again
    Tossed the keys to a Benz, it's yo *******t, he was a made man
    Part of a mafia organization who got
    (Hook)
    Money and the power, money and the power
    I'm mobbin wit my *****z I got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    No *****z ever cross us we got money and the power
    Money and the power, money and the power
    A organization of bosses wit money and the power
    (Verse 2)
    Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it
    Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it
    Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it
    Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it
    And if you got a plan then run wit it, my *****z done did it
    From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted
    And kick it wit atleast a hundred *****es
    Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
    My *****z get it straight from Guala Mala
    Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers
    We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas
    Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas
    Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna
    Help me sew up each and every corner
    My workers sold *****, my other workers sold boy
    I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy
    (Hook)
    (Verse 3)
    Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it
    I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, *****ed
    The cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it
    We plot strategic, pop and leave a ***** paraplegic
    Send yo Chris**as carols to Jesus
    We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt
    The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces
    Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even
    That means we all eatin, we call meetings
    Greetings wit bosses, any losses *****z catch a hard beating
    The mob meetings at the four seasons
    Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N.Y, Detroit and Cleveland
    And have them East Coast boys grieving
    They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming
    The blast the glock at cowards, drop like the towers
    Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power
    (Hook)