Puff Daddy/P. Diddy

Puff Daddy/P. Diddy - I Got The Power lyrics

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Verse One: Demon
 My click is in it til it's over  never sober
 Bustin over  layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover
 Pray to Jehovah  for the nigga with the Ruger
 The young Don  the Heron mover
 You know my hustle  I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
 Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
 So chill cuzo  let me blow for my niggaz
 Runnin round  get down like motherfuckin gorillas
 Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
 Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
 Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
 It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
 Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give
 But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po
 Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
 Yo, it's the style see it's still the same
 And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane
 Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
 Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it
 Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
 He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
 I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
 I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
 It's the D to the E, M to the O N
 Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin
 Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
 Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
 Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine
 From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine
 Chorus: Puff Daddy
 I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit
 That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit
 That nigga that you can't get along wit
 Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
 That nigga that you see in the videos
 That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
 That nigga that'll die for his main man
 That nigga with the gettin money gameplan
 Verse Two: Jadakiss
 Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet?
 When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get
 I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up
 And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup
 Mr. Jacob without the Ladder
 It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup
 nobody badder, since the, baby Finster
 I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
 Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips
 Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
 Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip
 Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
 Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone
 Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
 Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Sheek
 You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car
 Tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are
 You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us
 Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish
 Bad Boys, and we all eat together
 When it go down, then we draw heat together
 Since I made the connection with the big man
 I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land
 Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped
 And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that
 Enjoy life, what are you sayin?
 If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin
 Anything to do with money you can count J in
 Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin
 Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop
 Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox
 Chorus (fades
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