Power, Money and Influence Lyrics
| Song | Power, Money and Influence |
| Artist | Guru |
| Album | Version 7.0: The Street Scriptures |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Grae, Green, Guru, Solar | |
| (feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli) | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| Power, money and influence | |
| I had a taste of it, now I'm all into it | |
| The game ain't over 'till I get my share | |
| 'till I have my run, this here is my year | |
| [Jean Grae] | |
| Man, I'm a tycon, whether in person or slick right on | |
| Crisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythons | |
| Right around your area, face close like a scared | |
| Straight playin your host, you get bitched out | |
| This ain't fluffin a rang, this clip ain't bang | |
| You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck | |
| I vow this year, power's mine | |
| If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes | |
| If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales | |
| I know a laber owner that I'd love to bruise up for bail | |
| I know my family got it, they pull together but it's amniotic | |
| I mean baby like askin for a name spot it | |
| The talent, the influental and erotic | |
| Put on the back burner but potential as a parent | |
| Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic | |
| The play that graze here, now MC's in a daze mind | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Guru] | |
| In one second flat I tear your whole frame | |
| Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game | |
| Got so many ways to end yo glory | |
| Rub you out, shut you down, then it's end of story | |
| I'm like Robert Horry with a clutch three | |
| You can't touch me, the black double oh-seven, nigga trust me | |
| Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme | |
| Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine | |
| I'm crafty, I move swift and changeable | |
| Plus I'm aware, of what jealousy and anger do | |
| You can't help yourself then you can't help me | |
| Can't smell what the truth is then you can't smell me | |
| You can tell a million stories about how gully you are | |
| Then as soon as you finish, I'm be pullin your card | |
| I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly | |
| I guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Talib Kweli] | |
| Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time | |
| Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme | |
| Technology make niggaz lazy, with the pro tools | |
| Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-Z | |
| A Hollywood between reality tv and rap | |
| Is there ain't no more use for the classically trained actor | |
| First light bulb ever made is still burnin | |
| They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin | |
| Word that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash crop | |
| We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots | |
| They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts | |
| Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not | |
| Niggaz talk greasy in the magazines | |
| 'Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines | |
| Havin dreams 'till they ribs got a gat in between | |
| Passion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleen | |
| That shit is mean | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Grae, Green, Guru, Solar | |
| feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Power, money and influence | |
| I had a taste of it, now I' m all into it | |
| The game ain' t over ' till I get my share | |
| ' till I have my run, this here is my year | |
| Jean Grae | |
| Man, I' m a tycon, whether in person or slick right on | |
| Crisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythons | |
| Right around your area, face close like a scared | |
| Straight playin your host, you get bitched out | |
| This ain' t fluffin a rang, this clip ain' t bang | |
| You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck | |
| I vow this year, power' s mine | |
| If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes | |
| If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales | |
| I know a laber owner that I' d love to bruise up for bail | |
| I know my family got it, they pull together but it' s amniotic | |
| I mean baby like askin for a name spot it | |
| The talent, the influental and erotic | |
| Put on the back burner but potential as a parent | |
| Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic | |
| The play that graze here, now MC' s in a daze mind | |
| Chorus | |
| Guru | |
| In one second flat I tear your whole frame | |
| Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game | |
| Got so many ways to end yo glory | |
| Rub you out, shut you down, then it' s end of story | |
| I' m like Robert Horry with a clutch three | |
| You can' t touch me, the black double ohseven, nigga trust me | |
| Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme | |
| Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine | |
| I' m crafty, I move swift and changeable | |
| Plus I' m aware, of what jealousy and anger do | |
| You can' t help yourself then you can' t help me | |
| Can' t smell what the truth is then you can' t smell me | |
| You can tell a million stories about how gully you are | |
| Then as soon as you finish, I' m be pullin your card | |
| I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly | |
| I guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time | |
| Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme | |
| Technology make niggaz lazy, with the pro tools | |
| Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were JayZ | |
| A Hollywood between reality tv and rap | |
| Is there ain' t no more use for the classically trained actor | |
| First light bulb ever made is still burnin | |
| They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin | |
| Word that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash crop | |
| We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots | |
| They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts | |
| Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not | |
| Niggaz talk greasy in the magazines | |
| ' Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines | |
| Havin dreams ' till they ribs got a gat in between | |
| Passion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleen | |
| That shit is mean | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Grae, Green, Guru, Solar | |
| feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Power, money and influence | |
| I had a taste of it, now I' m all into it | |
| The game ain' t over ' till I get my share | |
| ' till I have my run, this here is my year | |
| Jean Grae | |
| Man, I' m a tycon, whether in person or slick right on | |
| Crisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythons | |
| Right around your area, face close like a scared | |
| Straight playin your host, you get bitched out | |
| This ain' t fluffin a rang, this clip ain' t bang | |
| You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck | |
| I vow this year, power' s mine | |
| If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes | |
| If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales | |
| I know a laber owner that I' d love to bruise up for bail | |
| I know my family got it, they pull together but it' s amniotic | |
| I mean baby like askin for a name spot it | |
| The talent, the influental and erotic | |
| Put on the back burner but potential as a parent | |
| Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic | |
| The play that graze here, now MC' s in a daze mind | |
| Chorus | |
| Guru | |
| In one second flat I tear your whole frame | |
| Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game | |
| Got so many ways to end yo glory | |
| Rub you out, shut you down, then it' s end of story | |
| I' m like Robert Horry with a clutch three | |
| You can' t touch me, the black double ohseven, nigga trust me | |
| Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme | |
| Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine | |
| I' m crafty, I move swift and changeable | |
| Plus I' m aware, of what jealousy and anger do | |
| You can' t help yourself then you can' t help me | |
| Can' t smell what the truth is then you can' t smell me | |
| You can tell a million stories about how gully you are | |
| Then as soon as you finish, I' m be pullin your card | |
| I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly | |
| I guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time | |
| Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme | |
| Technology make niggaz lazy, with the pro tools | |
| Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were JayZ | |
| A Hollywood between reality tv and rap | |
| Is there ain' t no more use for the classically trained actor | |
| First light bulb ever made is still burnin | |
| They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin | |
| Word that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash crop | |
| We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots | |
| They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts | |
| Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not | |
| Niggaz talk greasy in the magazines | |
| ' Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines | |
| Havin dreams ' till they ribs got a gat in between | |
| Passion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleen | |
| That shit is mean | |
| Chorus x2 |
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