PUFF DADDY - I Got The Power lyrics

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