Lyrics:
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
Glock 19 with the laser attached
You don't want the smoke
You don't want this match
Hop in my car and I'm going real fast
We pull up to your house
heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9nes's vild"
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.
I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house mafia
You can
name's Junior, it's not Steven
I'll make your jawside look uneven
Yo this is how we're doing it yeah
That was big, that was big, that was big
That was big
can't do it like me couldn't do it like us we're the boys that won
Wanna talk on my name one time but you know I left your arse on read
Yeah your arse is
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
prostitution
I'm not kidding, I'm sicker than Rob Zombie
You'll need cheat codes to beat me, I'm the king of Jumanji
Enter into my house of a thousand corpses,
what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it ya'll
To all my niggaz in the house
Bad boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga
[verse 1]
For the love
house)
Still kept my 10 toes on solid ground (solid ground)
Never was temptated by the clout (never)
I make up words just to rhyme it out (rhyme it out)
her well I got the eye for the chick
Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips
Mami let me holla at you for a few ticks
Get to know your name while you light
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
That ain't even what the movie ‘bout
Three or fo' Swedish hoes
Opening doors when I leave the house
Figaro we got dough
I manifest on the cream
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
'm like, like, nah
Like Rice like the food, with an I
They be like, who the fuck would name a kid Rice
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude
licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
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