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  • Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)

    "The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
    There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
    And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
    You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
    Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
    No, he ain’t go that far
    Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
    Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
    So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
    Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
    Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
    But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
    Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
    Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
    What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
    Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
    Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
    Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
    Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
    Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
    Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
    Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
    Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
    Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
    Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
    I would play with all my homies’ gifts
    I understood I didn’t wanna trip
    The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
    Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
    Went from not having, to sheer opulence
    Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
    Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
    Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
    Just got some real estate out in Dubai
    Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
    Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
    Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
    Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
    Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
    Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
    Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
    Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
    Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
    Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
    Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    You know how it is
    New levels, new devils
    The cheddar breed jealousy
    At hella speed but it’s whatever
    Mercedes driver
    85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
    The half moon identifies
    The son of God, son of man
    Son of Sam, young with the blam
    Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
    A blessing of luck
    I love all, test me, trust not
    Above all but young niggas address me as such
    Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
    Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
    Armée var, Son, God combined in one
    Most prolific, you off point
    Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
    Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
    Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
    To money makers and niggas who murk you out
    And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
    Niggas versatile
    Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
    But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
    Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
    He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
    He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
    Some things your eyes can’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be
    He he he he he, la la la la la la


  • RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics

    “The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth. You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’ No, he ain’t go that far. Said ‘I didn’t do it’ but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’”

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
    Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws
    So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
    Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
    Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
    But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
    Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
    Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck school!”
    What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
    Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
    Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
    Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
    Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
    Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
    Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
    Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
    Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
    Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
    Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
    I would play with all my homies’ gifts
    I understood I didn’t wanna trip
    The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
    Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
    Went from not having to sheer opulence
    Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
    Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
    Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
    Just got some real estate out in Dubai
    Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties
    Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
    Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
    Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
    Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
    Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
    Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
    Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
    Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
    Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
    Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    You know how it is
    New levels, new devils
    The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it’s whatever
    Mercedes driver
    85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
    The half moon identifies
    The son of God, son of man
    Son of Sam, young with the blam
    Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
    A blessing of luck
    I love all, test me, trust not
    Above all but young niggas address me as such
    Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
    Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
    Armée var, Son, God combined in one
    Most prolific, you off point
    Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
    Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
    Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
    To money makers and niggas who murk you out
    And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
    Niggas versatile

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Some things your eyes won’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be
    He he he he he, la la la la la la
    He he he he he, la la la la la la
    Some things your eyes can’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be


  • Action Bronson – Durag Vs. Headband (feat. Big Body Bes) letras

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    (uh-uh)
    It’s me, it’s me
    (uh-uh)
    I was hatched in ’83
    Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
    Just leave this shit, man

    [Verse 1]
    If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
    Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
    Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
    Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
    Take your brain out, hey now
    On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
    One more year I’ll be on ‘Late George’, retired
    Big steak like a cheap tire
    Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

    [Hook]
    I been hot since I was this big, yeah
    I been hot since I was this big, stupid

    [Verse 2]
    I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
    If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
    Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
    Mash the petal of the 850
    Sound like the thunder cracking
    I’m in a club with a condom on
    All Under Armour on

    [Big Body Bes]
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

    [Verse 3]
    Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
    Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
    Like the one in Wayne’s World
    That was shining in the window
    Since 13 I been a nympho
    Fuck That’s Delicious on box set
    Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
    Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
    Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
    Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
    I just dropped a million kroner I’m a stoner
    You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

    [Break]
    I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man. Holy shit
    I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

    [Big Body Bes]
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun