M.o.p. - Power lyrics

[Chorus: Lil` Fame, Billy Danze] Power (power) power (M dot O dot P devour) our (Loyalty is royalty boss We roll through wit 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 [Billy Danze] You motherf**ers gotta deal wit 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 want to see you fail) f** `em, tell `em see me I come through wit 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 & tears, from the years in the game My connection to Fame, is immortal Them bullsh** we fought through (Remember what them Old Timerz taught you) Treat fee like royalty, the First Family, about loyalty Don`t let a n***a change that, or rearrange that (If a n***a try to change that) You know where to aim at [Chorus] [Lil` Fame] This is it y`all, I don`t hold back I`ma roll back, co*k your four back, it`s Womack n***a Pack guns, back gems, sold crack n***a I know the drug game but I chose rap, n***a You want that raw sh**, well it rock right here You want that iced out sh**, it`s not right here 'cause it drop right here, I`m top of the line You at your borderline, how wack your sh**, stop right here Fizzy Wo`, spittin on n***as I drop diarrhea, watery sh**tin on n***as We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it`s Groundhog Day And dump rounds all day (run up) I`mma f** ya funnel This ain`t no motherf**in jam, b**h, squeeze ya gun up (First Fam) Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme That`s what the f** I call a street team, we bring [Chorus] [Billy Danze] (Lil` Fame) Stand up for the Family (shut sh** down) Bodies pop up (close shop up) Some thugs want to waste us (but them thugs won`t face us) 'cause our guns don`t discriminate (and the slugs ain`t racist) (Pull a co*k, back on it, n***a 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 n***as (day in and day out) Got into sh** to get figgas and couldn`t find a way out (Them Old Timerz in the hood) They understand why we were always up to no good (we was crying for help) It`s your everyday bring out, born in the middle of society`s mess Motherf**er, I possess