k**a Kyleon - Money, Power, Respect Flow lyrics

[Talking] First, you get the money Then you get the power Then you get the respect f**a Aye!!...aye [k**a Kyleon] My rims, stop, and go like a crossin guard Cause I got stacks to the ceiling like Boston George Plus I keep a awesome broad man I'm flossin hard I know you n***as see the whips, parked across the yard We ballin ova here but we don't pa** the rock We pa** the rock that keep you high as astronauts I'ma roll a set of 4's, if they gla** or not For cats that plot? I keep a co*k, blasted Glock That'll put ya a** in shock, here my phone drop I got tha, key to the city, the South on lock They know, Ima spit a hit, when they cut the Mic on And make n***as chunk bones like, its a fight song I'm so magnificient, when it comes to this But you don't wanna box you betta get ya gun fa this And you don't wanna get, run up in ya lungs fa this So you b**h a** n***as betta run from this (k**a!) [Slim Thug] Money, power respect, d**, violence and checks Thats all a**ets that brings, Slim Thug checks He sleep, next to techs and keep one eye open Just in case some jackas attack us, Slim stay slopin And, Slim stay hopin he can catch him a cheater Pull out the heata give 'em sixteen shots in his wife beater Blast one to the head, leavin all witnesses dead Cause I ain't tryin to visit wit the homicides or the feds When you in the mob? There ain't nothin to it And I know Its a dirty job but somebody gotta do it Slim Thugga stay mob stylin, ask, D-One or C-Ward They'll vouch for the Boss And tell you that he hard Ain't sh** bout me fraud Ima real n***a When I got rich I bought bricks And brought the pies to dealas To help 'em get up, they scrilla Who you kno mo' illa? Then the Thrilla and Manilla You can ask that G, k**a He'll tell ya Everythang the Boss say, he display Everyday, where he stay, I know you seen 'em round the way (Hey!) I don't know what you n***as thinkin or the name of the sh** you drankin Try to stop mah big bankin? You gon'get found stankin n***a