50 Cent - Position Of Power [Explicit] Lyrics
[Intro:]Ha, ha,haI told niggas not to shoot dice with meLook at this stackI got moneyI got moneyHa, ha, ha[50 Cent:]Aww nigga don't tripI'll kill you if you ***** with my gripI won't hesitate to let off a clipAww nigga don't tripYou're gonna make me get on some shitRun up on you quickWhat's up? You're whippedAww nigga don't tripYou're gonna get you monkey ass hitRun in you whip tryna ***** with my cliqueAww nigga don't tripCase you didn't know who this isIt's 50 Cent *****, G-UnitAww nigga don't trip[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lamMurcielago, top down, nigga damnI'm the biggest crook from New York since son of SamCruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my handThinkin' the east ain't enough, it's time to expandI plan to head out west and plant my feet downA nigga big as King Kong in the street nowI do a little house shoppin', and buy me a cribIts palm trees and pretty *****es out in Cali kidI touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicksHave some supermodel *****es come and suck on some dickMy mom turn in her grave if I married a white chickBut baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shitNiggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a little charmThirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the DonCrack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong[Chorus - 50 Cent:]Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou ***** around if you wanna[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]Where I'm from, you learn to blend in or get touchedI don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutchNiggas know my stage, they don't ***** with me sonYou got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gunThis is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid backType shit you recline to in the MaybachI got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzzYou get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one 'causeI live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grainYou know a nigga still really tryna move caneMake a little extra money on the side maynI ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds wordPuttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves)I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crackGoin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack[Chorus - 50 Cent:]Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou ***** around if you wanna
