Powers That Be (Feat. Nas)

"The 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" He hired Johnnie Cochran but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'" [Hook: Rick Ross] Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah (Maybach Music) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 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 stitchin' in the steerin' 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 Fuckin' centerfolds like I still be dealin' dope Probably would if you're talkin' like fifty or more [Hook: Rick Ross] Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah [Verse 2: Rick Ross] So creative, co-creator, family the motivator Project buildings, lot of feelin', 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 havin', to sheer opulence Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it Whole hood know it, only one that's white on white Name ringin' 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 Talkin' tall brothers with the dark shades Shed light, bringin' niggas out the dark age Sittin' in the court with a sharp fade Havin' sentimental thoughts 'bout this Caucasian Six million in the hole, still feelin' short-changed Reprimanded by someone who's snortin' cocaine Fred 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 sippin' Actavis, time to pour away [Hook: Rick Ross] Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah [Verse 3: Nas] 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 blessin' of luck I love all, test me, trust not Above all but young niggas address me as such Like Hannibal Barca, runnin' through Carthage Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquerin' lion Arme 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 [Outro: Vocalist & Rick Ross] Some things your eyes won't see (Uh, yeah) But when it's out of your control (Uh, yeah) Then it's the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah) He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah) He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Some things your eyes can'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