Power Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

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

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