Lirik Lagu Position Of Power - 50 Cent
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[Intro]HahahaI told niggas not to shoot dice with meLook at this stackI got moneyI got moneyHahaha
[50 Cent]Aww nigga don't tripI'll kill ya if you fuck with my gripI won't hesitate to let off a clipAww nigga don't tripYou gon' make me get on some shitRun up on you quickWhat up, you're whippedAww nigga don't tripYou gon' get ya monkey ass hitRun in ya whip tryna fuck with my cliqueAww nigga don't tripCase you didn't know who this isIts 50 Cent bitch, 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, its time to expandI plan to head out west and plant my feet downA nigga big as King Kong in the street nowI do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a cribIts palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kidI touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicksHave some supermodel bitches come and suck on my 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 lil charmThirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the DonCrack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou fuck 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 fuck with me sonYou got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gunThis is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed backType shit you recline to in the MaybachI got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzzYou get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuzI live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grainYou know a nigga still really tryna move caneMake a lil 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 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 heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou fuck around if you wanna
[50 Cent]Aww nigga don't tripI'll kill ya if you fuck with my gripI won't hesitate to let off a clipAww nigga don't tripYou gon' make me get on some shitRun up on you quickWhat up, you're whippedAww nigga don't tripYou gon' get ya monkey ass hitRun in ya whip tryna fuck with my cliqueAww nigga don't tripCase you didn't know who this isIts 50 Cent bitch, 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, its time to expandI plan to head out west and plant my feet downA nigga big as King Kong in the street nowI do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a cribIts palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kidI touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicksHave some supermodel bitches come and suck on my 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 lil charmThirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the DonCrack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou fuck 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 fuck with me sonYou got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gunThis is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed backType shit you recline to in the MaybachI got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzzYou get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuzI live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grainYou know a nigga still really tryna move caneMake a lil 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 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 heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou fuck around if you wanna
