Transition of Power - M.O.P., Stoupe

Ayo them boys are dead

Yep, yep, I do that

See me in the streets and they wonder my crew at

I’m to the good, but y’all already knew that

They fear me like Radames

I got the Juice, Part 2

Fuck it, where the fuck is Raheem and Q at?

Tell them niggas I’m bringing '92 back

Cause everybody wanna act rowdy

And shoot up the party

See no persona is John Gotti without the body

And you know who, you know who give niggas the blueprint

On how you gotta do shit

The truth is back

And I am that (yes sir)

No more, no less, stand tall, no vest (no stress)

I know I talk a lot of shit but I can back it up

We kinfolk with them blammer manufacturers

(It's blasphemy) but ain’t nothing soft about me

You get hit with the grand finale

This is thug activity (street life liberty)

Old ghetto remedy (toss em a slug)

Find me where the winners be (transition of power)

Find me where the winners be (transition of power)

I came here to win something

You know my type, I’ll defend something (easy)

Fragrant and grimy on the pavement

Losing ain’t an option

It’s a process when your project hoppin

Progress, that’s what’s poppin

No stress, they done let the block in

Pour Old Gold, they done let Barack in

Now look at homes stroll

The White House halls, Chi-Town boppin

Me?

I’m at the top ten

No transition of power, no inauguration, I just popped in

Watch and learn some shit, I’m concerned with hits

Privilege and craft, I’m confirmed legit

I’m like a mu-gician of musicians, we all gifted

They stop to listen and briefly visit, exquisite (easy)

I’ll give you chills when you chill and leave you tilted

Y’all in the building, try not to forget who built it