Lirik Lagu Power - Raekwon
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[Raekwon]Take it off, sho' 'nough kidTake it offWe gon' take it from the East to the Westto the North to the SouthShow y'all what it's aboutDon't make me throw no gun in your mouthYou know?How long is your CREAM? This long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in itSwift description, E-320 nigga pitchinRock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thingIt's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAMNiggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of himBlaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin himThis is hydrogen, son ain't live as himHe like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with himRoll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wishShash the list, give his miss dickTechnique, operation: tech screamBet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swingNigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suedeSuck this drunk alcohol dickFuck y'all niggas with hitsWe 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 upGet pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked upYou're scared and froze of bein exposedI own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayorIt's my borough, you don't want no problemsI'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes asideI ride the top, you glide the bottomPitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, ballsShit y'all, leave flat line to stick your'sWe flip off basic and brace it8 kills, 47 ways to taste itNever understand what you never been toldYou did your book bitin off of my scrollsWe hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to matchBust off quick, and then, guns go back
[Superb]I move like Arthur Ash against God4 raquets, 8 balls and no practiceEvery cypher's a heated discussionThe industry was like a beat that needed precussionI brun the music, shit that make crews flipState that I'm the illest, this is Q.U
Eh yo, his belt got karats in itSwift description, E-320 nigga pitchinRock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thingIt's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAMNiggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of himBlaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin himThis is hydrogen, son ain't live as himHe like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with himRoll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wishShash the list, give his miss dickTechnique, operation: tech screamBet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swingNigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suedeSuck this drunk alcohol dickFuck y'all niggas with hitsWe 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 upGet pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked upYou're scared and froze of bein exposedI own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayorIt's my borough, you don't want no problemsI'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes asideI ride the top, you glide the bottomPitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, ballsShit y'all, leave flat line to stick your'sWe flip off basic and brace it8 kills, 47 ways to taste itNever understand what you never been toldYou did your book bitin off of my scrollsWe hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to matchBust off quick, and then, guns go back
[Superb]I move like Arthur Ash against God4 raquets, 8 balls and no practiceEvery cypher's a heated discussionThe industry was like a beat that needed precussionI brun the music, shit that make crews flipState that I'm the illest, this is Q.U
