American Cream Team - Power lyrics

[Introduction: 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? [Verse 1: Raekwon] Eh yo, his belt got karats in it Swift description, E-320 n***a pitchin Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM n***as 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 n***a like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede s** this drunk alcohol dick f** y'all n***as with hits We bout to sh** on y'all sh** [Verse 2: Triflyn] Y'all brothas wanna call us out? Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the f** 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 sh** y'all, leave flat line to stick your's We flip off basic and brace it 8 k**s, 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 [Verse 3: 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, sh** that make crews flip State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. sh** I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo' b**hes that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo' We went from Frank's and beans to shanks and greens Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's Y'all can't f** 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 sh**, I'm gon' cop that sh** The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar Y'all once hap' n***as, give me 2 stars [Verse 4: Chip Banks] I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in gla** house Sneak your weak sh** 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 Jura**ic The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic While y'all n***as cop jars, me and my n***as 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?) [Hook: 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 [Verse 5: Rhyme Recca] Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, co*k back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta sh**, can't talk now, gun in your mouth Cream Team k**as, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break n***as 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 Pa**port, cellphone with the removable micro-chip Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic