Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo, Spider Loc - Money, Power, Respect lyrics

C-Bo, Floss B, hehe yeah
Money, power, respect
Yeah yeah uh huh
Uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh
Other side you know how we ride, uh what?

Oh my God, times here are so hard
Baby brothers in trouble and
Mothers got no cards
The oldest of the pack got
To bring the food back
I'm packin a magnum on one
Of the hottest corners
Movin sacks
Duckin from one-times
Life in the blind got me pointin 9's
Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes
My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest
They said they heard he was
Pullin in the west
Retaliation is a must that we run em down
With fully loaded high powered rifles
And gun em down
Everyday in my city some where
Someone bites the dust
If you here hope you with a
City nigga you be trust

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

You know it's crackin on the Southside
So I hopped in my Reagle
With the homie Lil Stoke and
Ofcourse my Desert Eagles
And it's like an All-Star Game I mean
We 10 to 1 with business
And we platinum down surrounded by
Killers sittin on switches
Ain't that a bitch? You set trip
You bound to get set
I'mma get my respect nigga I don't give
A fuck what town it is
Cause I'mma respect yours and
You gon' respect mines
And if it ain't correct I'mma
Check with the tech 9
Nigga I'm a Thug Lord ask my mama
Yeah these niggas got it made but they
Don't want no mutha fuckin mama
No fuckin drama, no comma
As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror
On the trunk of my big black ass

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

Connect the dots I done shot
Through my enemies spot
Then you can plot to get half
Of the stripes that I got
My Chuck T's tounges tucked
Hung for the sprung clubs
Duck or get struck
No luck with this young buck
Young truck
How the fuck I look in the sell stuck?
Dick in a man's hands gettin my nuts sucked
I'm bossed bangin
Leavin all those crossed hangin
Slangin death at a high cost
That's nina ross hangin
Do, re, me, fa, so, la
Say hola to the misses
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Run up with ya gun up and get done up
I'm one up
From sun down to sun up
I ain't givin none up

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?

We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?