Raekwon Power Lyrics

Rap Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Ricochet
  • 2 Cops (skit)
  • 3 G'z Iz G'z
  • 4 Pimpin' Ain't Easy
  • 5 Rap Life
  • 6 The Game
  • 7 Game Show (skit)
  • 8 Only When I'm Drunker
  • 9 Goggles (skit)
  • 10 Nightfall
  • 11 Bill Clinton (skit)
  • 12 Smokefest 1999
  • 13 Fallin' On
  • 14 Tash Rules
  • 15 Ice-T (skit)
  • 16 True Homies
  • 17 Blackula
  • 18 Bermuda Triangle
    CD 2
  • 1 The Drama (intro)
  • 2 Live From N.Y.
  • 3 Skit
  • 4 Power
  • 5 Make Cents
  • 6 Skit
  • 7 Fallin' On
  • 8 Hypnotize Cash Money
  • 9 Se Acabo (It's Over) (remix)
  • 10 Skit
  • 11 G. Building
  • 12 Forget Me Nots
  • 13 Pistol
  • 14 Ballers (Cash Money mix)
  • 15 Spread Love
  • 16 The Shakedown (outro)
  • 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 ***** pitchin
    Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
    It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
    *****s 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 ****
    Technique, operation: tech scream
    Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing
    ***** like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
    2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede
    Suck this drunk alcohol ****
    **** y'all *****s with hits
    We bout to **** on y'all ****

    Y'all brothas want to call us out?
    Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the **** 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 ****, balls
    **** 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

    I move like Arthur Ash against God
    Four raquets, eight balls and no practice
    Every cypher's a heated discussion
    The industry was like a beat that needed percussion
    I brun the music, **** that make crews flip
    State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. ****
    I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'
    *****es 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 **** 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 ****, I'm gon' cop that ****
    The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar
    Y'all once hap' *****s, give me two stars

    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 **** 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 *****s cop jars, me and my *****s 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?)


    Eh yo, what you want to be when you grow up?
    Yo, I want to 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 one hundred more ways

    Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
    Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, **** back, spit out
    Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
    Gangsta ****, can't talk now, gun in your mouth
    Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
    Giant size gorillas, break *****s 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, two clips
    Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
    Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace
    Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic

    Written by: Corey Woods, Sean Kelly, Thaddeus Birkert, Delmar Coward, Jamel Faheeh Cummings, Bruce Mayfield
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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