50 Cent - Position Of Power Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
Position Of Power Lyrics
HaHaHa,I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
look at this stack i got money,I got money! HaHaHa
(Aww nigga dont trip)
I'll kill ya if you f*ck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
(Aww nigga dont trip)
you gone make make me get on sum shit
Run up on ya quick WET UP ya whip
(Aww nigga dont trip)
You gone get ya monkey ass hit
runnin ya lip tryin ta f*ck with mah click
(Aww nigga dont trip)
case you didn't know who this is it's 50 cent bitch G Unit
(Aww nigga dont trip)
I come threw ya hood stuntin im my yellow lamb
Marcialago top down nigga down
i'm the biggest crook from new york since son of sam
cruisin bumpin bugz shit ruger in my hand
thinkin the east aint enough its time to expand
i plan ta head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as king kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin and buy me a crib
it's palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched that hollywood paper go and shoot me sum flicks
have sum super model bitches come and suck on sum dick
my mah'll turn in her grave if i married a white chick
but baby is suck the chrome off a chevy and shit
niggas be wearing fake shines im rockin a lil charm
30 karats on the pinki kiss the ring on the don
crack open that Cali bud stuff the weed in the palm
Yea nigga u hustle but me i hustle harder
i got what u need,them trees that hard that powder
my niggas move g packs, every hour on the hour
they shoot when i say shoot, So im in a position of power
(you f*ck around if u wanna!)
where im 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 f*ck 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 a Maybach
i got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
you get the same shit for 10 bodies you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane
100 miles an hour chrome and sum wood grain
you know a nigga still really tryna move cane
make a lil extra money on the side mayne
i aint playin, Im up early with the birds word
puttin' that work in Parelli's on the porsche churpin
i makin moves i got 100 mil from music a 100 grand from crack
im goin' ta see my jeweler so i can blow a stack
Yea nigga u hustle, But me i hustle harder
i got what u need,them trees that hard that powder
my niggas move g packs, every hour on the hour
they shoot when i say shoot, So im in a position of power
(you f*ck around if u wanna!)
[Thanks to wuzzpoppinfam for correcting these lyrics]
look at this stack i got money,I got money! HaHaHa
(Aww nigga dont trip)
I'll kill ya if you f*ck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
(Aww nigga dont trip)
you gone make make me get on sum shit
Run up on ya quick WET UP ya whip
(Aww nigga dont trip)
You gone get ya monkey ass hit
runnin ya lip tryin ta f*ck with mah click
(Aww nigga dont trip)
case you didn't know who this is it's 50 cent bitch G Unit
(Aww nigga dont trip)
I come threw ya hood stuntin im my yellow lamb
Marcialago top down nigga down
i'm the biggest crook from new york since son of sam
cruisin bumpin bugz shit ruger in my hand
thinkin the east aint enough its time to expand
i plan ta head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as king kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin and buy me a crib
it's palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched that hollywood paper go and shoot me sum flicks
have sum super model bitches come and suck on sum dick
my mah'll turn in her grave if i married a white chick
but baby is suck the chrome off a chevy and shit
niggas be wearing fake shines im rockin a lil charm
30 karats on the pinki kiss the ring on the don
crack open that Cali bud stuff the weed in the palm
Yea nigga u hustle but me i hustle harder
i got what u need,them trees that hard that powder
my niggas move g packs, every hour on the hour
they shoot when i say shoot, So im in a position of power
(you f*ck around if u wanna!)
where im 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 f*ck 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 a Maybach
i got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
you get the same shit for 10 bodies you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane
100 miles an hour chrome and sum wood grain
you know a nigga still really tryna move cane
make a lil extra money on the side mayne
i aint playin, Im up early with the birds word
puttin' that work in Parelli's on the porsche churpin
i makin moves i got 100 mil from music a 100 grand from crack
im goin' ta see my jeweler so i can blow a stack
Yea nigga u hustle, But me i hustle harder
i got what u need,them trees that hard that powder
my niggas move g packs, every hour on the hour
they shoot when i say shoot, So im in a position of power
(you f*ck around if u wanna!)
[Thanks to wuzzpoppinfam for correcting these lyrics]
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