Power Lyrics

Power lyrics

[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