Crooked I
Crooked I - Power Circle lyrics
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[Intro] I'm thinking about bringing hiphop weekly back nigga I got bars, lets go Slaughter, slaughter... Ya'll know who the power circle is, man Muthafucking joe budden, royce da 5'93, joell ortiz, crooked I Slaughterhouse, the muthafucking shady records power circle Bitch! Slaughterhouse, niggas c.o.b Our circle, the power circle, the g-o-d's Got a hustle that's 'bout as grand as b.o.b's Ya don't think so? Negro por favor I'm so fly like I've never seen a floor before You're fucking with a solider like putting a in war God of the west, I'm going door to door Handing out pamplets and them beliivers growing more and more You don't think my flow is nothing nice Middle finger from your birth certificate to your death certificate, fuck ya life And fuck a hoe, I only cuff a mic With my chest out, like augmentation like when your wife come from under knife I'm a bastard, it's my dad's fault Me and my enemies face off like nicholas cage, travolta and bath salt 357 black hawk, better take your facial mask off You shoulda backed off, now your back is on asphalt Back to the rap talk, this lyrics shit we regulate We drop my life to celebrate, Coming courtesy of shady, the heavy weight Then I'mma drop a crooked album to set the record straight Set the record straight Fuck niggas, let em hate The power circle nigga