Position of Power - 50 Cent

[Intro]
Hahaha
I told n_ggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww n_gga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f_ck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww n_gga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some sh_t
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww n_gga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f_ck with my clique
Aww n_gga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent b_tch, G-Unit
Aww n_gga don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
?? loud gold top down, n_gga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz sh_t, 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 n_gga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty b_tches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b_tches come and s_ck on my d_ck
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll s_ck the chrome off the Chevy and sh_t
n_ggas 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]
n_gga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n_ggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f_ck around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need n_ggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
n_ggas know my stage, they don't f_ck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 sh_t, its real layed back
Type sh_t you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same sh_t 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 n_gga 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 ***eler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
n_gga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n_ggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f_ck around if you wanna

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