- Votes:
- Composer:
- J. Grinnage / E. Murry / L. Elliott
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- amped
- east coast rap
- laze e laze production
- sweet
 
- See also:
M.O.P. - Power lyrics
Power
 (Power)
 Power
 (M dot O dot P devour)
 Our
 (Loyalty is royalty boss )
 (We roll through with tremendous force and bring)
 (Power)
 Power
 (Power)
 M dot O dot P devour
 (Our)
 Family stick to the plan
 (We)
 We
 (Will)
 Will
 (Stand)
 Stand, stand
 You motherfuckers gotta deal with the consequences
 (For sure)
 I'm takin' no prisoners under no conditions
 (For sure)
 I'm on a one way, mission to hell, I'm missin' details
 Thinkin' of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell
 (I know they wanna see you fail)
 Fuck 'em, tell 'em see me
 I come through with two, hands full of fire, don't see me
 You can find me on the back blocks
 (In BK)
 I be posted up at the crack spots
 (All day)
 Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain
 In the blood, sweat and tears, from the years in the game
 My connection to fame is immortal
 Them bullshit we fought through
 (Remember what them old timers taught you)
 Treat fee like royalty, the first family, about loyalty
 Don't let a nigga change that or rearrange that
 (If a nigga try to change that)
 You know where to aim at
 Power
 (Power)
 Power
 (M dot O dot P devour)
 Our
 (Loyalty is royalty boss )
 (We roll through with tremendous force and bring)
 (Power)
 Power
 (Power)
 M dot O dot P devour
 (Our)
 Family stick to the plan
 (We)
 We
 (Will)
 Will
 (Stand)
 Stand, stand
 M.O.P. - Power - http://motolyrics.com/mop/power-lyrics.html
 This is it y'all, I don't hold back
 I'ma roll back, cock your four back, it's Womack, nigga
 Pack guns, back gems, sold crack nigga
 I know the drug game but I chose rap, nigga
 You want that raw shit, well it rock right here
 You want that iced out shit, it's not right here
 'Cause it drop right here, I'm top of the line
 You at your borderline, how wack your shit, stop right here
 Fizzy Wo', spittin on niggas
 I drop diarrhea, watery shittin' on niggas
 We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it's Groundhog Day
 And dump rounds all day
 (Run up)
 I'ma fuck ya funnel
 This ain't no motherfuckin' jam, bitch, squeeze ya gun up
 (First fam)
 Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme
 That's what the fuck I call a street team, we bring
 Power
 (Power)
 Power
 (M dot O dot P devour)
 Our
 (Loyalty is royalty boss )
 (We roll through with tremendous force and bring)
 (Power)
 Power
 (Power)
 M dot O dot P devour
 (Our)
 Family stick to the plan
 (We)
 We
 (Will)
 Will
 (Stand)
 Stand, stand
 Stand up for the family
 (Shut, shit down)
 Bodies pop up
 (Close shop up)
 Some thugs wanna waste us
 (But them thugs won't face us)
 'Cause our guns don't discrimínate
 (And the slugs ain't racist)
 Pull a cock, back on it, nigga act on it
 (My blue steel shine, like I push a 'llac on it)
 (No serial numbers, so it gotta scratch on it )
 (And it make slugs travel like I put a Mack on it)
 When we where just little boys
 (We seen the big picture)
 Stuck down in the bottom
 (So we wrote our own scripture)
 Surrounded by my niggas
 (Day in and day out)
 Got into shit to get figgas and couldn't find a way out
 Them old timers in the hood
 They understand why we we're always up to no good
 (We was crying for help)
 It's your everyday bring out, born in the middle of societys mess














