Diddy - I Got The Power lyrics

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Diddy - I Got The Power lyrics

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 n***a with the ruger The young don, the heron mover You know my hustle, i bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherf** your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my n***az Runnin round, get down like motherf**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** naked, then i put a slug in him He just another motherf**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 motherf**er with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore i brace mine, cause i lace nine From yo' dome to yo' motherf**in spine Chorus: puff daddy I be, that n***a that yo' n***az can't f** wit That n***a that yo' b**hes wanna creep wit That n***a that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That n***a that you see in the videos That n***a with the j**els and the jiggy hoes That n***a that'll die for his main man That n***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 n***az 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** 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** 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 n***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 n***a payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count j in Next time we bring it to these f*ggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop Hittin you in your head with that bu*ter from the lox Chorus (fades)

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