Lyrics
Verse 1:
They should’ve never gave a nigga money. I’m in Miami wit my honey, the sky is always sunny.
I don’t kick it wit no fuck niggaz. They’re get the hair trigger. I’m in the road wit my mob figures.
and I don’t give a shit what niggaz say. I’m on my way. high school haters still hate me to this day.
Come what May. I’m ready for apocalypse. Straight from the Atlantic. Don’t panic. I can sink your battleship.
Droppin bombs on these niggaz screamin POWERBLAST. Smokin steamin Willie Beamon OMG defeatin demons.
Dirt off my shoulders. I thought I told ya. You thowin bricks. I’m throwin boulders.
You just a soldier. I’m the general! Check ya nuts, Nigga. You got the minerals?
You just another lame Nigga wit an attitude. I taught you game, Nigga. Where’s the gratitude?
Verse 2:
They shoulda never gave a Nigga cash! We POWERBLAST. And by the way, You can kiss my ass.
Last time you thought it was a fluke. Now you see me on the red carpet in a tailored 3 piece suit.
I rebuke the enemy and all who ain’t real friends to me.
I couldn’t give a fuck less. I guess it’s just the pimp in me.
Somebody tell the umpire
dat somebody called me a liar bout expanding my empire
with all that I desire.
I’m bout to get lit like a wild fire!
Destroying yo villages. We plunder and we pillage. My cup runneth over. That’s the only spillage.
We rock and we bang. You’re weak and your lame. You goin insane cause yo bitch know my name.
We came to play but we ready for war. I’ve been Rich I’ve been poor. I came to settle the score.
Kick in the doe. Get yo ass on the floe. Pay attention closely this bombs bout to blow!
Lyrics written by: Ernest W. Coleman Sr.
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