Rick Ross - Powers That Be lyrics

"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not! There's not a better MC than Rick motherf**in' Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a n***a says Lord as my witness a n***a tellin' the truth. You don't lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say 'Lord as my witness?' No, he ain't go that far. Said 'I didn't do it' but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'" Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds But what's funny are the ones that we put the guns to f** 'em all, k** or be k**ed, it's still a thug rule Back of cla**, high on gra**, 'til I said "f** school!" What's meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel Ninth album, Ice Cube, n***a k** at will Had to balance, Double M is the imperial n***as pay respect, they mail it in an envelope f**ing centerfolds like I still be dealing dope Probably would if you're talking like fifty or more Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah So creative, co-creator, family the motivator Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas Father figure not around, that's such a major difference I would play with all my homies' gifts I understood I didn't wanna trip The lack of didn't tap my confidence Matter fact that's how I mastered a couple things Went from not having to sheer opulence Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it Whole hood know it, only one that's white on white Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night Just got some real estate out in Dubai Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties Talking tall brothers with the dark shades Shed light, bringing n***as out the dark age Sitting in the court with a sharp fade Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed Reprimanded by someone who's snorting c**aine Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring Crackers wanna k** me for the same thing Ain't no financial aid out in Notre Dame Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah You know how it is New levels, new devils The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it's whatever Mercedes driver 85'er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor The half moon identifies The son of God, son of man Son of Sam, young with the blam Stick or get stuck, get k**ed to get buck A blessing of luck I love all, test me, trust not Above all but young n***as address me as such Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion Armée var, Son, God combined in one Most prolific, you off point Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt's gun Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules To money makers and n***as who murk you out And beat the d**h penalty on reversal trial n***as versatile Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Some things your eyes won't see But when it's out of your control Then it's the powers that be, be He he he he he, la la la la la la He he he he he, la la la la la la Some things your eyes can't see But when it's out of your control Then it's the powers that be, be