POWER CALLING and the frail shall turn to dust as the..., POWER rising within the few who find the will, It grows, I know it shows WHOAH- Within the
Sam set me up, 'cause them bullets squeezed up From the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum Sam
s biddin' war time I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed (why) They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm Son
twice as much Might as well put the knife away Now I use power tools, how about now while you in the shower? Scour you for six hours till outage of power
collars make em sit for the Godfather Then I holler to Justin my son run the water for the shower trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby
want to, thank ya for the last Thirty-three becuase everybody's heard of me And if they say that I'm fakin' mama it's perjury 'Cause your son comes
bitch, G-Unit, nigga don't trip I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow Lam Murcielago, loud gold top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
All you know is Rae look good, he hood, envision the flips I make money like them niggas who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, astro van The ill Castro, rap son of Sam
to the crack of dawn If you're black or blonde Uncle sam is robbing you blind and putting shackles 'pon The minds of your children for real son Beware
is outta control G, man, do I have the power like He-Man To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can Damn, my name should become Sam But I prefer
devour and splatter ya heads of powder I'm a slave to the rhythm but never to a mental deaf and power The hour has come, we got y'all eleven to one son
your telephone (Turn all that fucking shit off) (Hey, hold on U, U just... hell, U just go now! Let go of me!) Why U white motherfuckin' peckerwood, U redneck son
to the crack of dawn If you're black or blond Uncle Sam is robbing you blind and putting shackles 'pon The minds of your children for real son Beware
to the crack of dawn If you're black or blonde Uncle Sam is robbing you blind and putting shackles 'pon The minds of your children for real, son Beware
So she can buy coke that the government put on the market In lust we trust sniffing dust in the condom I bust Uncle Sam don't give a fuck about us It'
war time I got a Bloomburg league So the hood's overwhelmed (why) They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm Son give
you know is Rae look good, he hood Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
for the last Thirty-three Becuase everybodys heard of me And if they say that i'm fakin' momma it's purgary Cause your son comes with thunda now That'
