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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 [Hook] [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 niggas 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]