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Money, Power, Respect Featuring Spider Loc
Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo
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C-Bo, Floss P, haha, yeah
Money, power, respect, haha
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
West Coast, uh-huh, West Coast, uh-huh
Other side, you know how we ride, uh, what
Oh my God, times here are so hard
Baby brother's in trouble, his mother's got no car
The onus of the pack, got to bring the food back
I'm packin' a magnum on one of the hottest corners movin' sacks
Thuggin' for one-time, life of the blind
Got me pointin' nines, squeezin' triggas for freedom and dimes
My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest
They said they heard that he was bullin' in the West
Retaliation is a must
That we run 'em down with fully loaded high-powered rifles
And gun 'em down
Every day in my city somewhere someone bites the dust
If you need help, you with a city nigga you can trust
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
You know it's crackin' on the Southside, so I hopped in my Regal
With the homie Lil' Scope and of course my Desert Eagle
And it's like a all-star game, I mean, we ten-to-one with business
And we platinumed down, surrounded by killers sittin' on switch
Ain't that a bitch? You set-trip, you bound to get tipped
I'ma get my respect, nigga, I don't give a fuck what town it is
'Cause I'ma respect yours and you gon' respect mine
And if it ain't correct, then I'ma check you for time
Nigga, I'm a Thug Lord, ask my mama
Yeah, these niggas got bread, but they want no mothafuckin' drama
That's with no comma, as I bounce in my rag
With a mill' on the trunk of my big black ass
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
Connect the dots, I done shot through the enemy's spot
Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got
My Chuck T's, trunks tucked, I'm full of sprung clucks
Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck
Dumb drunk, how the fuck I look in a cell stuck?
Dick in a man's hands, gettin' my nuts sucked
I'm boss bangin', leavin' all those who cross hangin'
Slangin' death at a high cost, that Nina Ross singin'
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La, say hola to the missus
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Run up with your gun up and get done up, I'm one up
From sundown to sunup, I ain't givin' none up
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
We love for money (Money), power (Power), respect (Respect)
How much you hold on your neck? (Your neck?)
How much you roll on that Lex? (That Lex, boy)
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