| Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double
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| Triple, quadruple, it’s crucial out here
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| Business as usual, we’ll shoot you
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| Pistol whip abuse you, that’s what the loot do, killa salute you
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| The feeling’s mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
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| One nigga breakin down chickens another nigga whippin raw
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| One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores
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| We gettin more, paper, feds ain’t seen no shit like this before
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| They wanna hit us all and give us all double life
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| But fuck em, we ride Benz’s wit bubble lights and hustle white
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| And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes
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| Any nigga mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right
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| My dude did ten in the pen and didn’t snitch
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| So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again
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| Tossed the keys to a Benz, it’s yo shit, he was a made man
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| Part of a mafia organization who got
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| Money and the power, money and the power
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| I’m mobbin wit my niggas I got money and the power
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| Money and the power, money and the power
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| Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power
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| Money and the power, money and the power
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| No niggas ever cross us we got money and the power
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| Money and the power, money and the power
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| A organization of bosses wit money and the power
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| Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it
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| Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it
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| Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it
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| Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it
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| And if you got a plan then run wit it, my niggas done did it
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| From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted
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| And kick it wit atleast a hundred bitches
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| Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that’s how we live it
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| My niggas get it straight from Guala Mala
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| Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers
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| We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas
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| Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas
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| Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna
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| Help me sew up each and every corner
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| My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy
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| I’m tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy
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| Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it
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| I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, weeded
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| The cops can’t believe it, the block I bleed it, the Glock I squeeze it
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| We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic
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| Send yo Christmas carols to Jesus
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| We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt
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| The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces
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| Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even
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| That means we all eatin, we call meetings
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| Greetings wit bosses, any losses niggas catch a hard beating
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| The mob meetings at the four seasons
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| Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N. Y, Detroit and Cleveland
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| And have them East Coast boys grieving
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| They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming
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| The blast the Glock at cowards, drop like the towers
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| Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money & Power , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Godzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп