Puff Daddy - I Got The Power Lyrics
Verse one: stylesMy click is in it til its over, never soberBustin over, layin elaine with the cane and the roverPray to jehovah, for the nigga with the rugerThe young don, the heron moverYou know my hustle, I bring the fo pound to the tussleMother***** your pit with no muzzleSo chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggazRunnin round, get down like mother*****in gorillasShorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollopPot full of acid, I got the game masteredMove dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin moneyIt could be a hundred degrees and never look sunnyBlack Im tryin to live, somethin got to giveBut everydays the same old, runnin from po-poMom think Im loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoaYo, its the style see its still the sameAnd when worse comes to worse, I steal the canePapi know my face, so he dont expect itRunnin from the gutter so he gots to accept itStripped his ass *****, then I put a slug in himHe just another mother*****er, aint no love in himI put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never sleptI take my last breath every time I hit the methIts the d to the e, m to the o nBlowin, steady playin shotgun, throwinDont you see the shorty with the baseball capDont make me flip mother*****er with this baseball batBest to brace yo gat, fore I brace mine, cause I lace nineFrom yo dome to yo mother*****in spineChorus: puff daddyI be, that nigga that yo niggaz cant ***** witThat nigga that yo *****es wanna creep witThat nigga that you cant get along witPlaya hate but you wanna do a song witThat nigga that you see in the videosThat nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoesThat nigga thatll die for his main manThat nigga with the gettin money gameplanVerse two: jadakissHavent you heard that bad boys move in silence yet?When you increase the peace, the mo wild it getIm only sizin you niggaz from the waist upAnd I aint, wettin no parts you cant touch with makeupMr. jacob without the ladderIt dont matter clap your wake up and do a shakeupNobody badder, since the, baby finkstaI was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enterShit I even blitz the rich to get chipsHousekeeper disguised with the nine bubble gripExtra clip in the vacumn if I slipRoom service ring the alarm and get the bombBlown the hall pearl wide bill long gonePlus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived atChorusVerse three: sheekYou dont really wanna get involved, with the l-o-x carTellers, goodfellas, thats who we areYou cant outsell us, it aint shit you could tell usJealous dog, cause we spread like relishBad boys, and we all eat togetherWhen it go down, then we draw heat togetherSince I made the connection with the big manI done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big landGhetto star, presidential all gift wrappedAnd what you call weight, I know cats who sniff thatEnjoy life, what are you sayin?If the da aint got a nigga payin, papi got him weighinAnything to do with money you can count j inNext time we bring it to these faggots we aint playinCream of the crop, and we aint never gonna stopHittin you in your head with that butter from the loxChorus (fades)
