Lyrics:
(Rick Ross:)
If Michael Jackson came alive right now, he’d ask you to smoke one for him,
So, in his honor you niggas Spud Webb coming up short
Think you’re Dee Brown jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve,
Ricky made off everything I deserved, the square root of a kilo is me nigga, huh!
The square root of a kilo is me nigga, do the math,
I’m motherfucking G nigga, Huh!
(Gunplay:)
It’a ll on me now, as you can see now
I’m gonna get this money and I will not be denied,
Been shitting on you fucks along time to pee now,
When finish first, they hate you worse starting to see now,
I’m at round table, where you seat at?
Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass?
We ain’t never left, acting like we back,
You should see us now taking pictures,
Acting like we rap,
This circle
that will murk you blackout,
Short circuit
Somebody show them square ass nigga the first exit!
This here reserved for soldiers most definite.
So, watch what you say and where you step more carefully,
If I fall in the field and ain’t no more air for me,
Pour some on the ground, and put one in the air for me.
tell my enemies “fuck ‘em” they know already but fuck ‘em
Tell ‘em again with a middle finger and a chuckle (ha ha ha)
You don’t know nigga, nope
Uh uh, this famous that will throw copper.
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle, fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco, then crack the Lac up,
One match left. This the last turn, sanury your candies in my sanctuary burn
Imma earn itl the last court adjourn,
til the last gavel drop, we gon’ have it locked!
We gon’ have it locked!
We gon’ have it locked!
(Stalley:)
A part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto,
But niggas tried to pull me back ’cause misery loves company,
It’s fun how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
When I was broke and sleeping on the floors they ain’t want nothing from me
My future’s so bright, but my past so ugly,
And I just try to correct it
But it all haunts me, tried to section off the past
But it still haunts me.
So, I accept what got me here reflecting in this rocking chair,
All this space created all that hard work it got me here
So what I look like telling nigga that I should be here.
Power to the people, so the people shouldn’t live in fear.
And i’ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair.
Warring in the streets, tell them soldiers to meet us there.
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air.
Secluded in my thoughts of fear, no one to talk to
No one there, not even a voice,
Not even an ear, no one alive, no one to care.
Now I got a power circle, now I’m on a power trip.
And they calling me counterfiet ’cause I ain’t gave a coward shit
Stone me throw me a pile of shit but you won’t pull me out of it,
It’s not funny how it comes full circle, now they wanna be part of the power circle
They wanna be part of the power circle!
(Wale:) X2
Yeah, may the wind be at your back
May the bad be in your past.
May the kids take all your good and your wife have class
And you realize your goals and what’s life without grind.
Those niggas, yo niggas?
Hope them niggas real as mine
(Wale:)
There’s a difference between underrated and hadn’t made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
There’s no applause for you and success is hard for you
There’s enemies envy, but green my niggas lawnmower
And I’m on your, Jordan 4’s, Tom Ford
And I ain’t thugging they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two I call that shit a safety
Shit is crazy when entertainment ain’t entertaining
And my inner sanctum need real estate I’m out my cabeza
Jealousy’s for the weak, you ain’t happy I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm just added a nation
Allah got us cause if we holla they’ll all snub us
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, f-ck all ‘em stuck up musicians
My circle’s small but regardless my circumference official
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon blitz us but ain’t no way that they gon hit us
I’m so allusive, some my niggas be going through it
I guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul music
Cash rule the world, at least it do with girls
At least it do with churches see the truth and true it hurts
If they real, then they real, my niggas deserve it
And we don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle
Rough! We don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle
(Meek Mill:)
Uh, I’m like welcome to the power circle
I came a long way I started with a powdered circle
Clique full of real niggas that will probably murk you
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, till you hear that chopper speaking
Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even I’d believe it
If you see it then you got it nigga never give up
Cause if you grinding you gon be rich before you can look up
My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
Cause you can sell em hard for the low and give em the hookup
And still make the profit, the streets say I’m the hottest
And a nigga still modest I’m just being honest
Back to the wall, never let em get behind us
Mack in my draws fitting right in my designers
Look at my persona, I dreamed it woke up and conquered
And there was commas after commas, I eat em like Benihanas
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
And the lobster over the table power circle mafia
Just money talking, talking money, what you talking about?
Probably talking about us we the only thing to talk about
(Kendrick Lamar:)
Look inside the highs of the last Mohicans survived
You won’t last a weekend outside
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don’t compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too might for mighty goons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell’s fire, I never lie you will never grind
I know the priors they running by s when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my moms
When they heard that Ohio state gave me 30 racks in July
Oh Lord, this can’t be life no it can’t be life
When they say breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it a reporter replied
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I’m
On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
So about face if it aint’ business, I get offended I mind
No one fake, I’m a realist in strive of a billion in five
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon try but I’m finishing my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you life in the power circle
(Rick Ross:)
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on, am I right? Tried to warn you niggas
I tried to warn you niggas, it’s too late now
Double MG, too much cake
Too much power, too much respect
Bow down, nigga
Huh!
