RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics

Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a
better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a
nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga 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

Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule

Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck 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, nigga kill at will

Had to balance, Double M is the imperial

Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope

Fucking 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 niggas 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 cocaine

Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring

Crackers wanna kill 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 killed to get buck

A blessing of luck

I love all, test me, trust not

Above all but young niggas 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 niggas who murk you out

And beat the death penalty on reversal trial

Niggas 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

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