Money & Power

(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 nigga breakin down chickens another nigga 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 shit like this before
 They wanna hit us all and give us all double life
 But fuck em, we ride Benz's wit bubble lights and hustle white
 And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes
 Any nigga 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 shit, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz done did it
 From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted
 And kick it wit atleast a hundred bitches
 Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
 My niggaz 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 weed, my other workers sold boy
 I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy
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 (Verse 3)
 Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it
 I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, weeded
 The cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it
 We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic
 Send yo Christmas 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 niggaz 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)