Power (feat. American Cream Team)

Take it off, feel me?

Sho' nuff, 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, ya know?

Ayo, his belt got carats in it, swift description

E320 nigga pitchin'

Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thang

It's like, he pump isolators, still cashin' in cream

Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him

Blaze him, he actin' like Shallah raisin' him

This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him

He like MacGyver and the chin four spies with him

Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish

Smash the list, give his miss dick technique

Operation text scream, about to bet C.R.E.A.M

Them alligators jet like a vest swing

Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids

Two 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

Y'all jokers wanna call us out? Name names

Otherwise, it'll be wise to shut the fuck up

Get pimp slapped up, jacked up and macked up

You're scared and froze of being 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

Pitfalls, five foot nine with thick balls

Shit y'all, leave flat lines and stiff jaws

We flip off basic, embrace it

A kills, forty-seven ways to taste it

Never understand what you never been told

You did your book bitin' off of my scrolls

We hitmen, Columbo coats and hats to match

Bust off quick and then guns go back

Ayo, I move like Arthur Ashe against God

Four rackets, eight balls and no practice

Every cipher's a heated discussion

The industry was like a beat that needed percussion

And I brung the music, shit that make crews flip

Y'all might say that I'm the illest, this is Q-U shit

I used to hee-ho, now I'm takin' over like the repo

Know bitches that roll cee-lo that'll sniff a kilo

We went from franks and beans to shanks and greens

Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queens

Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right

Every time I touch the mic, they say, "Purb ain't right"

But that's the truth though, though, in fact that's it

When they droppin' shit, I'm gon' cop that shit

It's the new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar

Y'all one sack niggas, give me two, star

Yo, I hear what y'all rappin' about, but bring your stash out

You shouldn't throw rocks if you live in a glass house

Sneakin' weak shit at us, on the low though

Where these cats come from speakin' about Po?

We got cash to cop and crash shit

While 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 twenty-two shot plastic

While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars

Gettin' head from rock stars

We blowin' everything apart and smashin' the charts

How I see it, yo, how you feel?

Ayo, ayo, what you wanna be when you grow up?

Yo, I wanna be a leader, slow your speed up

And stop tryna beat her, say somethin' always

Got a future? Stay out the hallways

And get yourself right a hundred more ways

Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words

Bentley 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

C.R.E.A.M. Team killers, cocoon cats like caterpillars

Giant-sized gorillas break niggas backs for the scrilla

Scratch greenback, trap Fed reserve

That's my word, disrespect, wreck or get what you deserve

Inferno, melt down mics

Millionaire in my afterlife, broke bread with Christ on the last night

Apocalypse, sleep with four-fifth, two clips

Passport cell phone with the removable microchip

Specialist, forty carat Sicilian necklace

Matchin' bracelet, C.R.E.A.M. Team, crisp to basic