Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money, Power, Respect, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money, Power, Respect |
| Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh |
| Other side you know how we ride, uh what? |
| Oh my god, times here are so hard |
| Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards |
| The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back |
| I’m packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks |
| Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9's |
| Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes |
| My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest |
| They said they heard he was pullin in the west |
| Retaliation is a must that we run em down |
| Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down |
| Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust |
| If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust |
| We down for Money, Power, Respect |
| How much you hold on yo neck? |
| How much you roll on that Lex? |
| You know it’s crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle |
| With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles |
| And it’s like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business |
| And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches |
| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| You set trip you bound to get set |
| I’mma get my respect nigga I don’t give a fuck what town it is |
| Cuz I’mma respect yours and you gon' respect mines |
| And if it ain’t correct I’mma check with the tech 9 |
| Nigga I’m a Thug Lord ask my mama |
| Yeah these niggas got it made but they don’t want no mutha fuckin mama |
| No fuckin drama, no comma |
| As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass |
| Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot |
| Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got |
| My Chuck T’s tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs |
| Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck |
| Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck? |
| Dick in a man’s hands gettin my nuts sucked |
| I’m bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin |
| Slangin death at a high cost, that’s nina ross hangin |
| Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses |
| Bow down and kiss this pistola |
| Run up wit ya gun up and get done up |
| I’m one up, from sun down to sun up I ain’t givin none up |