Money & Power

[Verse 1: Termanology] It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us It fuck you up, have you bugging like angel dust Remember homie from the third grade, niggas played Took his change but now he paid and cook the caine And now he got them thangs burners with bullets that bang You gotta show him respect or he'll blow out your brain You see how shit change living in the hustle game When you came from nothing you love everything You work for, material shit worth more Cause when you was young you shopped at the worst store Had the worst gear, cause you was dirt poor So now you thirst for the first score that earn more The currency could change a man's goals Make him take the devil's role for a river of gold But when all is done and the story is told They know that Term, Reks and Sonic never sold they soul And that's-- [Hook: Scratched by Statik Selektah] [Jay-Z: --dangerous, money and power is changing us] [Jeru the Damaja: Dollar bill y'all is the God we trust] [Jay-Z: It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us] [Jeru the Damaja: Dollar bill, yall-- drop your head, listen] [Jay-Z: It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us] [Jeru the Damaja: Dollar bill, yall-- drop your head, listen] [Verse 2: Sonic] It's funny how this money can change us And make best friends become strangers Your happiness brought that man anger Now you can't leave the house without one in the chamber These women can't stand no broke dudes So just to make them happy look at what we go through Keep thinking that I ain't feeding them soulful Listen up baby girl this is how I approach you: Money over my bitches, honey I love business Don't be scared I love your hair, you nails and your love image I roll with some thug niggas, hating on some niggas With jealousy in their eyes, just wishing a slug in us Hoping the cops cuff us, cause we some block lovers Money under my covers, studied by undercovers; the block For the cream, the cash, loot, the gwap The dough, the narrow, the cheese, the evil don't stop And it's-- [Hook] [Verse 3: Reks] Money power respect, funny how it connect More dollars collect, more power you get I flex hella respect, I'm a vet in the game, but trust For every check it get dangerous [? skills] for dollar bills, no way for us Get a chill from momma's grill as she pray for us Real is real, some Oxy pills, little angel dust With Joell singing them mils cause the bills we lust Dream was just dribble a rock and hip hop Cause hip hop get you the drop top groupie love Pop watch watch cops circle the block, they know the purple is hot Murderous plot, soldiers rise to the top Tying the rubber band knots around Benjamin locks And all the grams smooth stash, too many grew too fast For the pot of gold, end of the rainbow Niggas with change rose praying to the almighty bankroll [Hook]