Power lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Power



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[Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid
Take
it off
We gon' take it from the East to the
West
to the North to the South
Show y'all
what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in
your mouth
You know?
How long is your
CREAM? This long?

Eh yo, his belt got
karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga
pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his
thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin
in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a
vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah
raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't live as
him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with
him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a
gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss
dick
Technique, operation: tech scream
Bet
CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet
swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge
in your braids
2 cannons that'll spray, rockin
banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol
dick
Fuck y'all niggas with hits
We bout to
shit on y'all shit

[Triflyn]
Y'all
brothas wanna call us out?
Name names,
otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck
up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked
up
You're scared and froze of bein
exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me
the mayor
It's my borough, you don't want no
problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes
aside
I ride the top, you glide the
bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
balls
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick
your's
We flip off basic and brace it
8
kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand
what you never been told
You did your book
bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo,
coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and
then, guns go back

[Superb]
I move like
Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and
no practice
Every cypher's a heated
discussion
The industry was like a beat that
needed precussion
I brun the music, shit that
make crews flip
State that I'm the illest,
this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm
takin over like the repo'
Bitches that roll,
Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from
Frank's and greens to shanks and beans
Now we
drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's
Y'all
can't fuck around, your words ain't right
Every
time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't
right"
But that's the truth though, d'oh,
infact that's it
When they drop this shit, I'm
gon' cop that shit
The new star, you want me?
I'm at the juice bar
Y'all once hap' niggas,
give me 2 stars

[Chip Banks]
I heard
what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash
out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in
glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the
low though
Where these cats come from, speakin
about po'
He got cash to cop and I'm crashin
{*car crashing*}
But half of y'all cats just
catchin up to Rae' last year
Got guns in the
jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the
steel, the 20-shot plastic
While y'all niggas
cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin
head from rock stars
We blowin everything
apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it?
(Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:
Raekwon

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you
grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your
speed up and stop tryin to be us
Say somethin
always, got a future? Stay out the
hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more
ways

[Rhyme Recca]
Fly like iceberg,
nice with verbs, precise words
Bently swerve,
hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit
out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal
route
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in
your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like
caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas
backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback
track, Fed's berserk
That's my word,
disrespect Recca, get what you
deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire
in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the
last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2
clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
necklace
Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp
the basic