50 Cent - Power of the Dollar lyrics

Ya'll niggas wanna get high
Well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is dro
Ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh
Take it how you wanna take it nigga

Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six
Different weeds in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
And I keep them in a safe place
Just like my funds i keep all my big bills
Give my wifey the ones
Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and
Leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down
I'm fresh out the pound nYPD quick to flip
Get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit
And get bit niggas scripted through the hit
For some paper and shit
It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas talk shit wit they ass
I see through them like glass
Popo lookin' for me
For some shit I did in the past
If you don't like me at first
I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap shit, I got it in smash
I'm built to last
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass
Sit back and laugh (haha)

You don't have to respect a nigga
But respect his cash cause for the money
Niggas will murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)

Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops
Flossin' drops
I'm livin' off experience like Lox I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsule spot
On the uptown block
He couldn't run from the cops
So my man got shot in a jet black Brasada
Across the street from his mom's
Crib on his block
I told him get them niggas that cash
They murdered that ass
Niggas told 'em slow down
He was movin' too fast
Heard the shot, went through his
Face after the glass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass
The cattle said it got low fast
The kid who had it done was a crude fella
Who woulda thought he wile
Out over that mozzarella
We ain't know them, but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar
His man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that
Over that green back
Believe that, now niggas know that he's back


I ain't got a worry in the world
If it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about people like me
I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter
Into a transporter before I die
I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter
(woo)
50 Cent, don't get it fucked up from Queens
Not Fort Greene
Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, flow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit
Nigga check it if you ain't tryin' to feel
The flames from the blast
Respect a nigga cash
My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
If your man want to get involved
I'll bring it to him
Niggas been wantin' me dead
I'm still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass alive