Power

JU, Overall, Conglom

It's like three-thirty in the morning and we

sitting here talking about money power so, I

decided to get a little verse together and drop

at the tape and let y'all know what we feelin'

ya know. I hope you niggaz ain't trying to rap for free

[Verse 1]

Not this my eyes are closed and my casket drops

I swear never again will I rap for props

I'm tryin' to quake up the block like an aftershock

With some speakers, y'all could feel from probly half a block

I'm trying to, dine discretely on Vinalpee street

I shop in Wankekee, rocking a daschiki

And I refuse to be these local cats

Cause I don't heard your little mix down

I'm knowing where your vocals at

Y'all cats ain't real rappers when the mic is off

They got to cut and paste your vocals likes it's Microsoft

I'm quite different, I used to like dissin'

Now I drop at the tape to escape from life's prison

At every Juice show, they find a mic missing

So don't hate my name, let the JU-ICE glisten

And critics, they need to stop, putting him in a box

We out for power and respect, like a kim in the locks

[Chorus] + (Overall)

I got my flow, gangsta clothes, sticky dro and all that tho'

But, it just don't matter to me. It's the money and the power

money and the power. That's all that matters to me

*That's all that matters to a nigga these days*

[Verse 2]

I'm trying to co-host Oprah, overdose on cho-cha

Cristale martini glasses, coach coasters

Finally I'm one with the rhyme at last

I heard a cat say "Ju-Ice, time had passed"

But I craft the lines like a mastermind

Do your research, I was just passing time

J, I spit lyrics that'll ring in your mind

So you better raise your bars like the Cingular sign

Plus, I grew up around some ignorant street kids

And they don't really care what part of the heat is

I got places to go, people to feed

In rap, I do not have an equal indeed *let's proceed*

I'm coming a floss

The only one that been througn more pain is the one on the cross

And no, this ain't a movie like CB4

Hugo, boss Conglomerate CEO

[Chorus] + (Overall)

In my crew, I can't lose, all my dudes rocking jewels 'cause

they know what matters to me. It's the money and the power

money and powers. That's all that matters to me

[Verse 3]

And your boy got these broke rappers mad at me

Cause with no deal, I still be living lavishly

Plus, any verse I spit will cost you half a key

I'm a titan, and you don't want to clash with me

I'm tryng to sneak up on the rap game casually

Until there's No Limit to my paper like Master P

Too furious, I live my life fast and free

There's one Juice, there'll never be another after me

G, the flow crazy as hell

And the CD done, we gon' drop it like David Terrel

Plus, now-a-day, everything I'm making it sell

And I done came a long way fron an eight in the scale

Ahh, Stop the hate, you cannot relate

I'm only in it for the power baby, props can wait

It's forty-nine to go jo, I got my state

And that's how a real Conglomerate would operate

[Chorus] + (Overall)

You do it all, cross the flow, snatching dough, pimping hoes

But, all that don't matter to me. *Its not really important*

It's the money and the power, money and the power. *Let's go*

That's all that matters to me

*That's all that matters to a nigga these days, you know.*

[Spoken word]

J-U, Conglomerate, the most dominant. Emac' on the track

What up Julias. We are not playing with these niggaz

I'm gon' say one thing 'fore we get out of here. If you niggaz

is rapping for free, you niggaz is stupid than a mothafucka

What the fuck are you niggaz rapping for not to sell records

Get your music up, hire some fucking musicians. J will

ghost-write your whole album for a couple grand. Just so we

could have Chicago looking hot. You niggaz cannot see me

Holla at me. Ahh. Overall