I Got The Power lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy (puff Daddy) 
Song : I Got The Power
 
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 nigga with the Ruger

The young Don, the Heron mover

You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the
tussle

Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle

So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz

Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin
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 ass naked, then I put a slug in
him

He just another motherfucker, 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 motherfucker with this
baseball bat

Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause
I lace nine

From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine



Chorus: Puff Daddy



I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck
wit

That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit

That nigga that you can't get along wit

Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit

That nigga that you see in the videos

That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes

That nigga that'll die for his main man

That nigga 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

Shit 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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga 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)