POW lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
My n*gga Everclear, Tha Joker and Lil' Gin finna break y'all some proper
Like this, biatch

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I was at the crib, chillin', watchin' Scarface and The Mack
And said, "Damn, they be livin' like me"
I took a bump, I'm 'bout to grip my .44, up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a f*ckin' spree
I got the razor for the swisher and the swisher for the hay
I'm finna do some pimpin' sh*t to come up on today
Go to my 5.0, drop my motherf*ckin' top
b*tches flaggin' me down, dog, as I ball through the block
They ain't 'bout no money, though, nothin' but some broke hoes
Lookin' for n*ggas to drop off their teeths, send them lemons stangin' Ki's
Anyway, as I take a cruise to the stop light
I see some n*ggas pull up on thе side of me, I act like
I don't еven see them n*ggas scopin' out my Gold McLeans
Soon as the lights are green, ah, sh*t, I'm in point-blank range
Four n*ggas jumpin' out the Chevy with some quakers on them
We some big pimpers and I'm ballin' but they're spyin' on me
That's what you can expect when you rollin' clean, n*ggas scopin'
Luckily, I was strapped, though, I left them hoes wide open

[Interlude]
f*ck you lookin' at, n*gga?
I'm still trying to find out, n*gga
Hold on, hold on
Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here?
Oh, what up with this?
Put the gun away, n*gga
Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin' and nobody gets shot?
Shut up, b*tch
[Verse: Lady Bee & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Two guys opened up my door, in my store
Lookin' like that man with them pistols in they f*ckin' hands
Pointed at the clerk while I was layin' in the backroom
Mane, they scared the sh*t outta me when they took off my jewelry
Plus they lay me on the floor, askin' where the dope and cash
Then they raised my skirt up and smacked me on my fat ass
Then he said, "b*tch, how to open up this register?!"
I was nervous, plus I'm worried 'bout dyin' in a stick up
He took the fake gold teeth and the clothes that I sold
Finished up the stang, mane, now they runnin' out the door
My life was right ahead of me, luckily I was praised to be
Lord watchin' over me, help me through this mystery
This the message of the [?] don't forget that
Then somethin' bad happened, but I ain't got nothin' to do with that
Why you wearin' jewelry on to make these n*ggas scopin'
Don't you get caught slippin' open

[Outro: Juicy J]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is