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