Crooked I - Power Circle lyrics

rate me

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