50 Cent - Position of Power lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Position of Power lyrics]
Ha ha ha! I told niggas not
To shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha
Aw nigga don't trip
I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aw nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Aw nigga don't trip
You gon' get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique
Aw nigga don't trip
In case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood
Stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New
York since Son of Sam
Cruising, bumping Buck's shit
Ruger in my hand
Thinking the East ain't enough
It's 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 little house shopping
And buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty bitches
Out in Cali kid i touch the Hollywood paper
Go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and
Suck on some dick
Mama'd turn in her grave if
I married a white chick
But Becky'll suck the chrome off
A Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearing fake shines
I'm rocking a lil' charm
30 carats on the pinky
Kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud
Stuff the weed in the palm
Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need them trees, that hard
That powder my niggas move G packs
Every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot
So I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
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 steez
They don't fuck with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips
I feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit
It's real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on
The run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten
Bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast
Lane hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really
Tryin to move 'caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne
I ain't playing
I'm up early with the birds, word
Putting that work in
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping
I'm making moves
I got a hundred mil from music
A hundred grand from crack
Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need them trees, that hard
That powder my niggas move G packs
Every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot
So I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
To shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha
Aw nigga don't trip
I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aw nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Aw nigga don't trip
You gon' get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique
Aw nigga don't trip
In case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood
Stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New
York since Son of Sam
Cruising, bumping Buck's shit
Ruger in my hand
Thinking the East ain't enough
It's 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 little house shopping
And buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty bitches
Out in Cali kid i touch the Hollywood paper
Go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and
Suck on some dick
Mama'd turn in her grave if
I married a white chick
But Becky'll suck the chrome off
A Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearing fake shines
I'm rocking a lil' charm
30 carats on the pinky
Kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud
Stuff the weed in the palm
Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need them trees, that hard
That powder my niggas move G packs
Every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot
So I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
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 steez
They don't fuck with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips
I feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit
It's real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on
The run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten
Bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast
Lane hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really
Tryin to move 'caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne
I ain't playing
I'm up early with the birds, word
Putting that work in
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping
I'm making moves
I got a hundred mil from music
A hundred grand from crack
Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need them trees, that hard
That powder my niggas move G packs
Every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot
So I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna