I Got the Power lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P]
My clique is in it 'til it's over, never sober
Bustin' over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the n*gga with the Ruger
The young Don, the Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Motherf*ck your pit with no muzzle
So chill, cuzzo, let me blow for my n*ggas
Runnin' 'round, get down like motherf*ckin' 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 tryna 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 'caine
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 motherf*cker, 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*cker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, 'cause I lace nine
From yo' dome to yo' motherf*ckin' spine
[Chorus: Diddy]
I be, that n*gga that yo' n*ggas can't f*ck wit' (Yeah)
That n*gga that yo' b*tches wanna creep wit' (Uh-huh)
That n*gga that you can't get along wit' (Come on)
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit' (That's right)
That n*gga that you see in the videos (Yeah-yeah)
That n*gga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes (Uh-huh)
That n*gga that'll die for his main man (That's right)
That n*gga with the gettin' money gameplan

[Verse 2: Sheek]
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*ggas 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 waitin' for kids to enter
sh*t, I even blitz the rich to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
Extra clip in the vac*mn if I slip
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blown to Hong Kong, wide been long gone
Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at
[Chorus: Diddy]
I be, that n*gga that yo' n*ggas can't f*ck wit' (Yeah-yeah)
That n*gga that yo' b*tches wanna creep wit' (Uh-huh)
That n*gga that you can't get along wit' (That's right)
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit' (Haha)
That n*gga that you see in the videos (Yeah-yeah)
That n*gga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes (Uh-huh)
That n*gga that'll die for his main man (That's right)
That n*gga with the gettin' money gameplan

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
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*t 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*gga in the big Land
Ghetto star, presidential R, gift wrapped
And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that
Enjoy life, what are you sayin?
If the D.A. ain't got a n*gga 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 gon' stop
Hittin' you in your head with that butter from The Lox
[Chorus: Diddy]
I be, that n*gga that yo' n*ggas can't f*ck wit' (That's right)
That n*gga that yo' b*tches wanna creep wit' (Yeah)
That n*gga that you can't get along wit' (Uh-huh)
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit' (Haha)
That n*gga that you see in the videos (Yeah)
That n*gga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes (Come on, now)
That n*gga that'll die for his main man (That's right)
That n*gga with the gettin' money gameplan

[Outro: Diddy]
Yeah-yeah
I be that n*gga
That n*gga
That n*gga that you n*ggas can't f*ck with