Текст песни: 50 Cent - Position Of Power



[Intro]

Hahaha

I told niggas not to shoot dice with me

Look at this stack

I got money

I got money

Hahaha



[50 Cent]

Aww nigga don`t trip

I`ll kill ya if you fuck with my grip

I won`t hesitate to let off a clip

Aww nigga don`t trip

You gon` make me get on some shit

Run up on you quick

What up, you`re whipped

Aww nigga don`t trip

You gon` get ya monkey ass hit

Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique

Aww nigga don`t trip

Case you didn`t know who this is

Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit

Aww nigga don`t trip



[Verse 1- 50 Cent]

I come through your hood, stuntin` in my yellow lam

Murcielago, top down, nigga damn

I`m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam

Cruisin`, bumpin` Bugz shit, ruger in my hand

Thinkin` the east ain`t enough, its time to expand

I plan to head out west and plant my feet down

A nigga big as King Kong in the street now

I do a lil house shoppin`, and buy me a crib

Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid

I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks

Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick

My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But baby`ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit

niggas be wearin` fake signs, I`m rockin` a lil charm

Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don

Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb



[Chorus- 50 Cent]

nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder

I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder

My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power

You fuck around if you wanna



[Verse 2- 50 Cent]

Where I`m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched

I don`t need niggas for support, I don`t walk with a crutch

niggas know my stage, they don`t fuck with me son

You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I`ll feed you my gun

This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back

Type shit you recline to in the Maybach

I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz

You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz

I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain

You know a nigga still really tryna move cane

Make a lil extra money on the side mayn

I ain`t playin`, I`m up early with the birds word

Puttin` that work in, parrelli`s on the Porsche chirpin`

I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack

Goin` to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack



[Chorus- 50 Cent]

nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder

I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder

My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power

You fuck around if you wanna

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[Intro]

Hahaha

I told niggas not to shoot dice with me

Look at this stack

I got money

I got money

Hahaha



[50 Cent]

Aww nigga don`t trip

I`ll kill ya if you fuck with my grip

I won`t hesitate to let off a clip

Aww nigga don`t trip

You gon` make me get on some shit

Run up on you quick

What up, you`re whipped

Aww nigga don`t trip

You gon` get ya monkey ass hit

Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique

Aww nigga don`t trip

Case you didn`t know who this is

Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit

Aww nigga don`t trip



[Verse 1- 50 Cent]

I come through your hood, stuntin` in my yellow lam

Murcielago, top down, nigga damn

I`m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam

Cruisin`, bumpin` Bugz shit, ruger in my hand

Thinkin` the east ain`t enough, its time to expand

I plan to head out west and plant my feet down

A nigga big as King Kong in the street now

I do a lil house shoppin`, and buy me a crib

Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid

I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks

Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick

My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But baby`ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit

niggas be wearin` fake signs, I`m rockin` a lil charm

Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don

Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb



[Chorus- 50 Cent]

nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder

I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder

My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power

You fuck around if you wanna



[Verse 2- 50 Cent]

Where I`m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched

I don`t need niggas for support, I don`t walk with a crutch

niggas know my stage, they don`t fuck with me son

You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I`ll feed you my gun

This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back

Type shit you recline to in the Maybach

I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz

You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz

I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain

You know a nigga still really tryna move cane

Make a lil extra money on the side mayn

I ain`t playin`, I`m up early with the birds word

Puttin` that work in, parrelli`s on the Porsche chirpin`

I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack

Goin` to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack



[Chorus- 50 Cent]

nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder

I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder

My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power

You fuck around if you wanna

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