Power lyrics


[Hook: Juvenile]
I'm from the hood and I represent (power)
J. Prince, n***a, that's (power)
V-12 engine, that's (power)
Electric company, I need (power)
Satellite dish, b*t*h (power)
You can't charge up sh*t without (power)
You want to know what make the world spin? (power)
You're running low so n***a, plug in (power)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Power is muscle, there ain't too many n***as with it
Money on my mind, I swear I wear it like a fitted
I'm pouring out my heart to be that n***a in the city
Homies in the hood already saying I done did it
Power's what I got, I show it off cause I could
Field goal kicker, motherf**kers, I'm good
The drop's got a V-12 in it, it go bbrrrrr
And the b*t*hes be like, "Uhhhhh"
I'm no quitter
I could get a n***a knocked off sitting on the sh*tter
I wake up in the morning and I call shots
I ain't trying to buy a car, I want the car lot
I'm in a whole nother tax bracket
Shop addict, a n***a got a Saks habit
I talk money boy, take heed
They get the picture when I say cheese


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Power is something that you develop on the block
Pull up on a bad b*t*h sitting in a drop
Top down and a young n***a smelling like money
Coke cologne, now come and get a brick from me
Born in the ghetto, now a n***a in a mansion
Looking at my bezel and that motherf**ker dancing
Power is something that get a n***a questions answered
Now these hoes so romantic
Look at me balling, we courtside at the game
Twenty for the ticket, 'nother hundred for the chain
Count money, money machines they going ccccccrrrrrrr
So that mean a n***a full
n***a got to get it in the sun like a dog
Way before the watches, I'm the motherf**king boss
Money come with power and I think we got it mastered
Snatch the bird out the plastic


[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Power is respect, you gotta get it in the mud
Check the DNA, see if it's really in the blood
Motherf**kers talking about me say I'm a thug
They figure since I'm balling up packets from the drugs
n***as in the kitchen mixing dope like a chemist
They pray that I'mma lose it -- that ain't in my religion
Boy, I drive birds down South like a pigeon
You ain't sitting on a hundred million, you ain't living
Smoking on kush, it's smelling like ass
I run through a quarter million like grass
Scarface, b*t*h -- I'm feeling like Brad
I'm a underground king like Chad
I'm in the mansion with an opal model Marilyn
She told me I was dope -- no heroin
Power make a n***a show his arrogance
Let's break it down -- bring the barrels in


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