I Got The Power-Diddy/The Lox/The Family

I Got The Power - P. Diddy Verse one: styles 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 ni**a with the ruger The young don, the heron mover You know my hustle, i bring the fo' pound to the tussle Mother***** your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like mother*****in 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 a** *****, then i put a slug in him He just another mother*****er, 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 mother*****er with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore i brace mine, cause i lace nine From yo' dome to yo' mother*****in spine Chorus: puff daddy I be, that ni**a that yo' niggaz can't ***** wit That ni**a that yo' *****es wanna creep wit That ni**a that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That ni**a that you see in the videos That ni**a with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That ni**a that'll die for his main man That ni**a 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 finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Sh*t 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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)